Growing up in Lowell, Massachusetts means growing up with the legend and lore of literary icon, pioneer of the Beat Generation and hopeless alcoholic, Jack Kerouac. While I have never read any of his books (surprised they weren’t required reading in High School) I have come to understand his impact and influence.
It is apparent when you visit his grave in Lowell’s Edson Cemetery. Sparce of grass from the volume of visitors, it is littered with artifacts that reflected his life. Today (actually, my first visit) I found pens and pencils, hiking poles with a note, and a half empty bottle of Jack Daniels.
“Because in the end, you won’t remember the time you spent working in the office or mowing your lawn. Climb that goddamn mountain.”
What is this, some kind of series?
Yes, it is! Throughout 2017 I’m attempting to take a new image every day and post it to this blog. Ambitious, I know. Success is not guaranteed, but I’ll give it my all. You can see all of the images below. Just click on a thumbnail and flip through them.
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