The most important things…

“The most important things are the hardest to say. They are the things you get ashamed of, because words diminish them — words shrink things that seemed limitless when they were in your head to no more than living size when they’re brought out. But it’s more than that, isn’t it? The most important things lie too close to wherever your secret heart is buried, like landmarks to a treasure your enemies would love to steal away. And you may make revelations that cost you dearly only to have people look at you in a funny way, not understanding what you’ve said at all, or why you thought it was so important that you almost cried while you were saying it. That’s the worst, I think. When the secret stays locked within not for want of a teller but for want of an understanding ear.”

—Stephen King

This Song Will Always Remind Me of Summer

Well, you know they say

They say that I’m a rollin’ stone

Girl, that boy’s a dead end road

Yeah, you’re better off alone

And I know I can’t say

Girl, I can’t say they’re wrong

I’m pretty set in my ways

But maybe it’s time that changed

And all you wanna know is

What’s it gonna take

You’d have to be crazy to love me

Oh, but I wish you would

You’d have to be outta your mind

But deep inside, I think you could

Be the only chance in hell to save me from myself

So come on save me, oh yeah

Baby, be crazy

I know you say

You say you’re gonna hang on

To this train wreck, baby

So you think you’re that strong

Deep down, what I want

I want you to tie me down

I want so bad to trust you

Baby, don’t burn me now

All we can do is try

I ain’t tryin’ to say goodbye

You’d have to be crazy to love me

Oh, but I wish you would

You’d have to be outta your mind

But deep inside, I think you could

Be the only chance in hell to save me from myself

So come on save me, oh yeah

Baby, be crazy, oh

You’d have to be crazy to love me

Oh, but I wish you would

You’d have to be outta your damn mind

But deep inside, I think you could

Be the only chance in hell to save me from myself

So come on save me

Yeah baby, c’mon save me, yeah

Baby, be crazy

Baby, be crazy

Oh baby, be crazy, yeah, oh

Wasn’t So Long Ago…

Well, I watched the sun come up on auburn hair across my chest

Couple coffee cups with just a little wine left

I had to smile ’cause you still got that bottle in your hand

Last night’s a movie playin’ over and over

All in my head all in my head, baby

We talked for hours, fell in love with everything you said

About our exes, about Jesus in between some sips

You said so sexy, with your lips about an inch away

You wanna kiss me, don’t you, whaddaya say

You’re in my head

All in my head, baby

You got me thinkin’ crazy, this ain’t me, I know where it ends

And this has got too good to be true written all over it

I’m takin’ this leap of faith, if I go down in flames

We made a memory that won’t go away

You’re in my head all in my head, baby

You sleep so pretty up against me in this truck bed

Your little hand’s inside of mine, and it’s a perfect fit

And I’m in love with you all over me in every way

And I wouldn’t be sayin’ this if you were awake

You’re in my head all in my head, baby

You got me thinkin’ crazy, this ain’t me, I know where it ends

And this has got too good to be true written all over it

I’m takin’ this leap of faith, if I go down in flames

We made a memory that won’t go away

You’re in my head all in my head, baby

When you woke up, I saw you smile when you looked back at me

Said you missed me, I forgot how to breathe

You’re in my head

What am I gon’ do with you

You’re in my head

You got me thinkin’ crazy, this ain’t me, I know where it ends

And this has got too good to be true written all over it

I’m takin’ this leap of faith, if I go down in flames

We made a memory that won’t go away

You’re in my head all in my head, baby

You’re in my head all in my head

Review of “The Catcher in the Rye”

Holden Caulfield, about to be kicked out of yet another boarding school for flunking most of his courses, decides not to wait until the end of term and takes off for his hometown, Manhattan, a few days early. He figures he’ll hole up in a cheap hotel, look up a few friends, then arrive home on time. But Holden is deeply troubled by the death of his beloved younger brother from leukemia, as well as a classmate’s suicide. Alone in an uncaring city, his already fragile psyche begins to unravel.

Holden Caulfield holds a place in the American psyche akin to Huck Finn and Tom Sawyer: an exquisitely rendered character with whom nearly anyone can identify. There are three true things that can be said about J.D. Salinger’s masterpiece: It is one of the great works of American literature, it is one of the most frequently challenged by would-be book-banners, and, therefore, it is one of the most misunderstood books of the 20th century. It has been challenged and banned for all of the reasons mentioned above in the content advisories. But those who challenge it fail to see the forest for the little swearword trees. They have called Holden a cynical teenager, when in fact he’s such a compassionate innocent abroad that he can hardly cope with the cynical world at all: He’s so innocent and so alone that he tries to get a prostitute to just chat and keep him company (alas, no heart of gold here). Desperately lonely, adrift in what seems to him an uncaring world, he has been through some terrible experiences, and no one at all seems to have noticed that he’s crumbling.

It’s true that much of it is somewhat dated now. Yet there’s a reason this book has stayed in print, is stocked in nearly every bookstore, and has been assigned in nearly every high school for the past 60-plus years: Its emotional power and poignancy are still as strong as ever, and Holden’s inner self is just as recognizable to teens today as it has ever been. This is one of those books that people either love or hate.

I loved it.

😜