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Republican Convention — Day 2 — Tuesday July 19th  . As the crazy circus rolls on that is the Repugnant National Coronation of their favorite racist bigot who is now their official “standard-bearer” after years of less obvious assholes — the playful sense of humor of many sensible and silly Americans is still on display. […]

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You can read about the two days leading into the convention here. Monday July 18th . Holy shit!  What a first convention night in Cleveland!  This town is throwing A PARTY!  Wow! I mean, the cops and all levels of security are being so freakin nice! At one point, ’round midnight, I needed to know […]

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. Lesson One going into the streets of Cleveland — as hipped by my poli-warzone-brother Mitch — If you hear fire crackers, don’t assume they’re fire crackers.  Get behind cover. Roger that. Mitch and I met in 1983 thru him being a music reporter in Winnipeg and me managing to some success one of the […]

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A Secret Space of Dreams . . Somewhere in the Universe, Pranksters are gathering. It’s fireworks, calliopes and clowns, And everybody’s dancin’ . . . On fifty acres through country woods, with ponds and trails and fields and split-rail fences and immaculate stables and barns in fresh but classic rusty red . . . Now […]

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Front Row for The Revolution . Photo by Jeremy Hogan . It all started waking up on New York et al election day in Ken Morris’s house in Cleveland the day after we pre-scouted the city for the upcoming Republican Implosion.  I mean, Repugnant Convention.  There were 3 different messages in my in-box about a […]

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. Here’s some video from various “Hitchhiker’s Guide to Jack Kerouac” appearances . . . in the order the pieces appear in the book . . .   Here’s a whole bunch of clips in one YouTube Playlist in the sequence they appear in the book  . . . 🙂  . Here’s a great group […]

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. “It’s Alright.  He’s Kerouac.” . I’m currently sitting in the dark in Kerouac Park writing what just happened . . . I came to Jack’s hometown of Lowell with lots of hopes and anticipation of magic sacred spots and moments.  The top dream I’ve always had was getting inside the Pawtucketville Social Club — […]

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Lowell Celebrates Kerouac Adventure 2015   The first time I came to Lowell in 1983 you couldn’t find any indication Jack ever lived here.  I asked all around and finally found a bartender who said the only guy in town who knew about him was his old Reverend.  The afternoon barkeep even looked up his […]

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. “Life is good.” . . A few years ago I became friends with this cool 70-year-old German woman who lived a few doors down. It was one of those:  recognizing each other from the moment we met — another member of the tribe — kindred travellers – explorers – pranksters – leprechaun twinklers. And […]

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. Shindig Sutra . aahhh — San Francisco — home of everything holy. Home of the Beats, home of The Dead, home of the wild.  The United States of San Francisco.  The city that makes its own rules . . . and that’s that. Of course we’re coming home.  To the Museum that Jerry built. […]

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