9-day au revoir to the island i can't dislodge myself from...

[georgialee]

"....When I was all set to go, when I had my bags and all, I stood for a while next to the stairs and took a last look down the goddam corridor. I was sort of crying. I don't know why. I put my red hunting hat on, and turned the peak around to the back, the way I liked it, and then yelled at the top of my goddam voice 'Sleep tight, ya morons!' I'll bet I woke up every bastard... Then I got the hell out" (p 52)

_Catcher in the Rye_, J.D. Salinger

And like Holden C, this isn't the last you've heard of me.

Ciao bella.