so, j.d. salinger has passed on. i knew it would be soon. i knew he was born in 1919. i knew he was old.
and now that he's gone, the one hope and prayer i have is that the man has some completed and publishable manuscripts.
please. please. please. i have been waiting since i was 16 years old to read another book by jerome david salinger, and i knew it would never happen, as long as he lived.
i haven't exactly been looking forward to his death, but uh...
maybe i should stop there. i still call him my favorite author. of course i'm sad that he died. but he lived a long, hermit-y life.
this is not exactly the tribute post i had in mind. oh well. read it and weep. or not.