The DiLauro Dossiers

I was fourteen when I read The Catcher in the Rye.

That book led me to his other works.

Raise High the Roof Beam, Carpenters and Seymour: an Introduction,

Nine Stories, and, my favourite, Franny and Zooey.

I believe it was the Glasses that did it.

Seymour, Buddy,  BooBoo and, of course, Franny and Zooey Glass.

The Glass family was New York chic and Hollywood hip.

They were intelligent, amusing, somewhat bohemian, and sometimes dangerous.

They were sophisticates, upper-crust-ish and as odd as a three-dollar bill.

I loved them all.

I remember, at that young age, wishing they were my family.

Successful and bizarre.

Entertaining and spooky.

And, even though, I haven’t heard from them in—I guess—decades, I’ll miss each of of them.

As well the brilliant author who unleashed them—to trample and wander, haphazard, through my imagination.

J.D. Salinger.

The first author I ever idolized,

Thank you and rest in peace.

Today, especially, is a perfect day for bananafish.

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