I have a liking for the Cornish Art Colony, a true bohemian group. This was a community where seriously creative, talented people hung out together with their pinkies up in the air while making erudite comments and tittering under their breath. Maxfield Parrish, Kenyon Cox, Winston Churchill (the novelist, not the guy with the cigar,) Charles Platt. Guess who else came to visit: President Woodrow Wilson and his wife Edith, Zelda and F Scott Fitzgerald, Teddy Roosevelt, Isadora Duncan. It would be fun to pretend that J D Salinger, who lived over the hill from Max, was one of these artists, but the timing doesn’t work out.