Some Kind of a Good-By

I was trying to feel some kind of a good-by. I mean I’ve left …places I didn’t even know I was leaving them. I hate that. I don’t care if it’s a sad good-by or a bad good-by, but when I leave a place I like to know I’m leaving it. If you don’t, you feel even worse.

I was lucky. All of a sudden I thought of something that helped me know I was getting the hell out.

J.D. Salinger ‘The Catcher in the Rye’.