Saturday, January 30, 2010


J.D. Salinger died this week in New Hampshire. He was 91. Famous for writing the best coming of age book ever, "Catcher in the Rye," I think that I remember him more not for what he wrote but what was written about him. I am not going to repeat the stories here. You can look them up yourself. But this points out the fact that sometimes we are not remembered by the things we have done. We are remembered by the things that other people remember about us. Our legacy. Our history. Our legend. To remember Salinger the most we should be ourselves. Follow our own muse. Do our own thing. And the rest of the world can be damned.

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