Salinger of New Hampshire
We've had to say goodbye to one of our residents , Mr. Salinger. He wasn't a native, but lots of folks up here aren't, and we try to treat them all the same. (We don't give them a special sales tax just for them, we don't tell them they can't have guns.) Mr. Salinger lived pretty close to the border of the People's Republic of Vermont, but he was still one of us, not a dirty commie . They say he had some peculiar habits, but that was none of our business. I've been through Cornish, where he lived, but never sought him out. Folks from the big cities called him a recluse, but I'm not sure that's true. He didn't go around on book tours, he didn't give lectures, he didn't seek out his fellow scribblers, so therefore he must be crazy, they thought. Plenty of people said they'd seen him in town. He and I enjoyed the same library , so we might have roamed the stacks together for all I know. Not wanting to be pestered, he did...
