Bible of truth Us Weekly is reporting that beloved singer Taylor Swift's whirlwind romance with RFK's grandson Conor Kennedy, an 18-year-old second-time high school junior, has ended. Yes the storied Cape Cod summer romance, which began, or was at least first noticed, around the Fourth of July and lasted surprisingly past Labor Day, has finally dried up and blown away like so many autumn leaves. The pair "quietly parted ways" a little while ago, says some sort of source (probably one of Conor's more ambitious classmates at Deerfield), but it was on good terms. "It was just a distance thing. No hard feelings. They're fine." Which, well, yeah, we should hope they're both fine. She's Taylor Swift and he's a freaking Kennedy. We think they'll land on their feet.
But the Kennedy Compound in Hyannis Port will be a bit sadder and quieter, won't it? Haunted as it is now by Taylor's summery presence. Though, of course, she did buy that house across the street from the Kennedys, so what's to become of that? Will the furniture stay unused and sheet-draped forever? Will Taylor rent it out next summer to looky-loos hoping to feed off of the Kennedys' proximal energy? Will the coming Snor'eastercane simply dash it all into the sea? There's really no way to know. All we can say is, Taylor, if you're looking for a caretaker for the place, you know how to reach us. We'd gladly keep an eye on the place for you while the drama dies down or you look for a buyer. And, y'know, should any eligible Kennedy bachelor come a'knocking asking to borrow some sugar, we'll be happy to give it to him.