Since before this year even started, everyone and their mother started writing about the 50th anniversary of Kerouac’s On the Road, and the traveling exhibition of the scrolled manuscript. Good stuff over at friend Xark’s, for example.
Remember that 10,000 Maniacs song: Hey Jack Kerouac, I think of your mother, And all the tears she cried… ?
So what I’ve been doing to celebrate the 50th/Kerouac is to (re)read daughter Jan’s “autobiographical” novels, Baby Driver and Train Song.
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It’s Cincinnati’s Great Outdoor Weekend, so I’m going outdoors. Sometime over the weekend, we’ll probably check out the local geocaching group’s thing since lately we’ve started getting back into that.