Hey, Jack Kerouac

I’ve always loved the idea of Jack Kerouac. The beatnik traveler. Chronicler of stuff. “Hey, Jack Kerouac” is my favorite 10,000 Maniacs song. Beat that! When I moved to Colorado after college, you know, to sow my wild oats, I decided to read On The Road. Seemed like a perfect fit. Neal Cassady, Greg Granito. I wanted to be a writer and this seemed like a good start. There was one problem. I didn’t find it all that interesting. I tried several times to get on the On The Road road, but it never worked. I just didn’t like the book.

Nevertheless, this didn’t change my opinion of Jack Kerouac, the man. I still found him interesting. But I’d forgotten about him. A couple of weeks ago I ran into a guy at a BBQ joint who was Allen Ginsburg’s assistant. Jack’s old pal. It got me thinking about On The Road and finally finishing it. Maybe I didn’t understand it at the time. Maybe I just wanted to read books about sentient robots and wormholes.

And then I read this article in the New York Times. Turns out Jack Kerouac was into baseball. Fantasy baseball. He used to have an entire league of his own design rifling through his brain. This solidified something I already knew. Jack Kerouac would have loved being in my Yahoo! Sports Fantasy Baseball League. And that I dig.

Lets finish On The Road together.

Jack's game.

http://www.nytimes.com/2009/05/16/books/16kero.html

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