I just found out that J.D. Salinger died, and all of my Salinger books are back in my hometown. Thus, I am unable to properly commemorate him as I would see fit, so I'll just say this: Salinger's work shaped me. Indelibly. He hadn't published anything since '65, and I was still able to relate to Holden Caulfield, even as a 13-year-old kid in some little suburb in Canada.

Raise high the roof beam, carpenters.