i found the bar where eugene o'neill wrote the iceman cometh. and even one of the bartenders. from there i went down to see thomas wolf's place. then out to pals, new mexico, because i was a big d. h. lawrence fan at the time. and actually met d. h. lawrence's widow. he had married late in life, he married a much younger live woman and she was still living in the house. so by now you can imagine i have a full head of steam after summer of visiting all these famous authors homes. and finally wound up in san francisco checking out where all of the beat poets were. so now i'm off to college, going to bowdoin college of the main. and, of course, i'm going to be an english major. and i was lucky enough to have some great teachers there, too, who would teach herman melville, and i go out to the home of the professor which was situated on the rocks overlooking the atlantic, and he would talk about ahab and the whale. this was all very real to me. so after college, more hitchhiking. and now i'm trying to become the great american novelist. and i am not making much headway. i'm having