

Sometimes I think that I am literally going crazy. Especially when I react so emotionally and passionately to things like the Cabela's post I put a few days ago. The reason I think that I am going crazy is because when I speak about these issues to people around me I get only vacant looks and no reactions. Has it come to the point where finally I am the odd duck, the extremist, the non-conformist and finally are the people that I do relate to so hard to find that we as a minority are becoming lost, oppressed and beaten down?
Then I read something like I just read in this Month's Smithsonian. It is about the 50 year anniversary of "On the Road" and is written by Joyce Johnson(http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Joyce_Johnson) a former friend and lover of Jack himself. She is also the author of "Minor Characters" and is the person in the pictures behind Kerouac. The story is great and it gives light on how to survive as the radical in a society that is living counter to what you believe in. The ending of the story could become my new mantra so I thought I would put it out there. Here is the whole paragraph......
"50 years after "On the Road" was first published, Kerouac's voice still calls out: look around you, stay open, question the roles society has thrust upon you, dont give up the search for connection and meaning. In this bleak doom-haunted century, those imperatives again sound urgent and subversive-and necessary."
Might be time for a re-read of Dean Moriarty and Sal Paradises antics.....






















