“For Esmé, With Love and Squalor” by J. D. Salinger has, since college, been my favorite short story. It evokes such a wealth of emotions, and it retains its grip well beyond its conclusion. Salinger’s story is about a young girl named Esmé and a moment in time, six years prior, that was consequential for both girl and narrator. It begins, “Just recently ... I received an invitation to a wedding that will take place in England on April 18th. It happens to be a wedding I’d give a lot to be able to get to.”

Well, just recently I received an invitation to a wedding that would take place in Portland, Maine, on April 28. It happened to be a wedding I’d give a lot to be able to get to, and because I wasn’t separated by an ocean I did just that. I went.

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