I continued to write for The Morning Advocate until late in 1990. Neither my editor nor Jim Hughes ever refused to publish any article I wrote from when I began as a tennis columnist in the sports department until I resigned as restaurant critic and travel writer. And I am content with the body of work I produced from 1976 through October of 1990.
But I am still more than unsettled over George Plimpton’s actions. He not only wrote a story and published it under my byline, he wrote a specious letter to J.D. Salinger afterward in which he lied, perhaps in hopes of getting an interview with the author. To my knowledge, Salinger never acknowledged George’s letter.
The full story of “That J.D. Salinger Connection” cannot be told here. Suffice it to say: the events that transpired between Salinger and me are far different from the fantastical tales reported in a gazillion posts on the WWW. One day, I will tell all.
But not just yet.
At Acropolita in Atenas, Costa Rica, Central America