Today I was buying packing tape for work at the local office supply. There was an old man and a woman in front of me buying things, and I stood behind them paying that vauge sort of attention that one does to people standing in front of you.
When they left, the owner of the store (who was doing cashier duty) pointed out the door and said, “Do you know who he is? That’s J. D. Salinger.”
I came this close to walking into Melinda Gates at the amusment park I worked at. Bill was on the other side of her with their daughter on his shoulders. They’d been next door at the grand opening of our new IMAX theater, which they’d donated a bunch of money to, and decided to take their kid on the rides afterward.
I also stood right next to skater Scott Hamilton on an elevator in Reno. He was telling maybe Kurt Browning about going to dinner with Kristi Yamaguchi’s parents that night.
My uncle was parked up in his car, and playing his “Jimmy Nail” album. A guy walks passed, turns round, smiles and gives him the thumbs up. The guy was Jimmy Nail.
I was tempted to actually say something to him, but I realized that if I were a famous and reclusive author I’d probably want to not be harrassed by college students buying packing tape.
I’m still kind of in awe, though.
Also, JD Salinger likes pens. He has a space pen that can write upside down.
Andygirl – I’ve been in that store a bunch of times!
I worked at Dartmouth for 3 years. Evidently Salinger used to use the library there and some of the older librarians knew him. He visited frequently enough that they were rather non-chalant about it. “Oh, yea. I remember the time I helped J.D. Salinger use the copy machine…” He never came in during my stint there.