He was born in Rye, New York, lived and worked in various places and his answer to where he lived is best answered in his own words:
He died in the city he lived in and loved on 19 May 1971. He went to Baltimore to take a job writing street-car advertising, a job that had been held by F. Scott Fitgerald.
His often mocked poetry included such dandies as:
Though not a bard like Shakespear, he certainly had a way with words.