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Article: THE BEAT GOES ON NEARLY 20 YEARS AFTER JACK KEROUAC'S DEATH, SCHOLARS, VOYEURS, TOURISTS, AND DISCIPLES STILL FLOCK TO LOWELL SEARCHING FOR HIS SOUL
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- The Boston Globe (Boston, MA)
- Article date:
- April 19, 1987
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Jack Kerouac wanted me to leave him alone.
I know this. I believe in ghosts, as he did. Stumbling along
the unshoveled sidewalks of Lowell in February, looking at the
tired houses where the author had been born and raised, staring
down at the sullen waters of the Merrimack through the girders of
the old Moody Street Bridge, I could feel it, hear it in the icy
wind. "Get lost," it said.
When the Honda broke down on Pawtucket Street, steam rising
ominously from under the hood, fluid pouring out of the guts, I
knew. The car had just been given a $300 tuneup and a new water
pump, but the pump mysteriously sprang a leak. It was a sign.