that it is Steinbeck’s birthday.

I love Cannery Row. I began reading Travels with Charley loving it, and at the end, I hated Steinbeck. Hated him for making a journey end in blaming people he didn’t know for things they don’t do. I am prepared to hate him still but for the way he treated Charley. happy Birthday, John, you sanctimonious prick. I hope Charley is running around in circles making fun of you for using the massive talent you were given to tell stupid stories. If you want to send a message, try Western union.