Subject: "Holden, There's a Bear in the Canoe..."
From: Baader, Cecilia (cbaader@casecorp.com)
Date: Thu Jan 27 2000 - 09:42:19 EST
Or, as Paul puts it, "Catherine, Cecilia, and the Canuck in Chicago..."
When we last left our heroes, they were planning a meeting as Paul, the
caped crusader, was planning to make a visit to clean up the streets of
Catherine's and Cecilia's fair city.
What great fun, this Chicago get-together of bananafish. Catherine
suggested that we meet at the Medici, a dumpy little coffee-shop with more
character in its little finger than any of those upscale joints that seem to
be popping up along the North Side, and so I pointed my little car towards
the snow-covered streets of Hyde Park.
Hurrying my way into this fine establishment, (I was late as usual) I opened
the door to find such an unlikely pair that I immediately walked up to them
and introduced myself. Paul the diamond-merchant was dressed down for the
occasion, but he was unmistakably Paul. Who else could be standing in the
lobby of the Medici with a file folder full of photocopied stories? And
Catherine, the earnest-eyed young lady full of plans for her future as an
eminent architect holding a suitably dog-eared copy of _Raise High... and
Seymour_.
Catherine had to leave early, and Paul and I sat at this lovely table
covered with name carvings and watermarks, discussing Joseph Campbell, the
future of the Canadian Wheat Board, and the Cubs. (Paul will tell you that
he was discussing the Blue Jays and I was discussing the Cubs, but since I'm
the first one to get back to my computer, we'll have to go along with my
version of things, hmmm?)
I promised Paul I'd leave out any descriptions of how he might have been
dancing on tables with lampshades, and now I've done my duty. Oh, and Paul
brought along a lovely tape of "The Holden Caulfield Fan Club" which
provided me with an hour of listening pleasure, allowing me to put voices to
names that I'd previously only seen on my computer screen. So I was
delighted to find that there's a bear in the canoe, that will h. isn't going
to count the number of pages published by Salinger, that Rick thinks that
Holden's got it perfectly right and shouldn't change a thing, and that
Camille is glad that _Catcher_ isn't a spy novel.
How nice it was, meeting people that I already felt like I knew-- Paul is
living a life many of us only dream of living, and Catherine is just about
to start hers.
I still think, however, that given enough time to plan, that a larger-scale
meeting of Bananafish minds is in order. We could go to the duckpond so
that the ducks can talk to Tim once more...
Regards,
Cecilia.
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