In a message dated 98-01-23 17:26:12 EST, you write: << I actually greeted and chatted wiht Salinger at Cornish. >> I didn't get that far. On the muddy road en route to his home though I did see an older man in these work jeans and a brown fuzzy jacket, walking with a stick up the hill. He looked like an aged version of the only photo I'd ever seen, and considered saying something to him but by that point I had realized that the entire trip was actually kind of wrong and decided that, even if it was, I didn't really want to bother him. Go figure...it took a three hour drive and an hour of detective work (He pretty much describes his home in the books...and its location.) to figure out that I shouldn't go. The natives spotted me and my car guest, dressed in black jackets and a petty coat (respectively) and wouldn't even tell us where the god damned Hojo was, where Salinger supposedly ate breakfast. So if you do go to Cornish (which I don't recommend) make sure to dress like a farmer. -ecas