I drove through South Carolina and beyond Macon, Georgia, as Dean and Marylou, and Ed slept. All alone in the night I had my own thoughts and held the car to the white line in the holy road.
What was I doing? Where was I going? I’d soon find out. I got dog-tired beyond Macon and woke up Dean to resume. We got out of the car for air and suddenly all around us was fragrant green grass and the smell of fresh manure and warm waters. “We’re in the South! We’ve left the winter!”
#Kerouac On the Road
@salparadise - Long ago, I went to
this unbelievably small venue, to listen to Allen Ginsberg read poetry, while Ray Manzarek improvised softly on a grand piano several feet behind him. I was five tables from
the small stage.
There was no wall of amplifiers,
no balls of fire, no lazers or disco ball, no dancers. Just Allen & Ray.
Yet I was completely mesmerized the whole time! It was truly a brush
with greatness for me. 🏴☠️
@salparadise - It really was.