Today would have been Jack Kerouac's 89th birthday, had he lived this long.
It makes me realize that my own Father has been dead for a half a decade. Time just starts to slip away from us. The attempts to keep the memory of Jack Kerouac alive are good. I remember my Father reading On the Road when it came out. Some day I should follow suit, for my personal heritage and my Lowell heritage.
Regards — Cliff
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