Walking in Holden's footsteps
I feel like I live in Grand Central Station because I’m always lost. Still looking for that unnamed record store, I need to find the “Little Shirley Beans” record that Holden gave to Phoebe. I’ll probably end up buying myself a people-hunting hat so its magical powers will lead me there.
Also, gonna walk to Sutton Place Park where Mr. Antolini lived closeby—(and where that darling scene in Manhattan where Diane Keaton and Woody Allen canoodle on a bench was shot.)
In case you haven’t figured out by my tone, New York City kills bland Boston. I guess this also means that I am no longer a romantic dweeb for Sylvia Plath? Stay tight, ya marvellous morons! I’m madly in love with you all.
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