I’m reading my way through Jack Kerouac, his Beat contemporaries, and other authors who had something to say about unexpected journeys through life. I’m trying to get a handle on mine. I’d love to figure out how I ended up a Chicagoan.
Loved the weather and hated to work today, so I skipped out to Grant Park. While city workers made Buckingham Fountain sputter on and off, cleaning out winter goo, I made comfy on a semi-shady bench and read Kerouac.