But I do understand

JD Salinger's defining retreat from the world...I used to think - what a goofy coot! Now that I have this blog, of course, I understand the constant strain of having one's brain picked and gleaned for tasty morsels by a fickle and uncaring pub(l)ic. Have even considered sealing off our little brick house from prying eyes - just this morning I was accosted by some "fans." Well, actually, some grimy high school-age kids in Cleveland Browns sportswear smoking cigarettes walked by the house, while I was still in the house. But, certainly, if these urchins knew what a computer even was, they would be constantly coming by to gawk at the "prose god."