|My first visit to Jack's grave in 2005 (December, I think)|
Jack Kerouac died on this date in 1969 at age 47. Were he alive today he would be 96 and still writing life like no other author past, present, or future.
Click here for a link to last year's blog on this date -- it includes links to all my past blogs on this occasion.
Here's to you, Mr. Kerouac. Thanks for all the joyous reading and other good stuff your existence has manifested in my life.
Rest in peace JK, you changed the world. And thank you for a lifetime of reading. RM
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