Happened upon the middle of a new sitcom the other night while supping. Not sure of the name of it, but it stars Gregory Hines and he plays a publisher and a father. Anyway, in this episode it was someone's birthday and somehow this old writer ends up in Hines' New York (?) apartment, an old writer who just happens to have written Hines' all time favorite novel. You can see where this is going: it was an obvious Salinger metaphor. Not as good as Field of Dreams (Salinger from Shoeless Joe), but interesting to watch. Of course the usual dilemmas were delt with: why just one novel? Why seclusion? Why so jaded? That's when it turned cheeseball. Aparantly, the old writer just hated the publicity brought on by the success of his first novel and felt enormous pressure to live up to it with a second. A bit like the phenomenal first album followed by a piece of crap, or the all time killer "best new artist" award. So JD was concerned that he couldn't better, or equal, his first? I didn't agree with that or any of the melodramatic excuses presented. I mean, he and Hines damn near kissed and made up by the end of the whole fiasco. Anyone else see it? Made me wonder: has Seinfeld/Kramer/George ever run into JDS? Sgallagher