THE ONLY PEOPLE FOR ME ARE THE MAD ONES, THE ONES WHO ARE MAD TO LIVE, MAD TO TALK, DESIROUS OF EVERYTHING AT THE SAME TIME, THE ONES WHO NEVER SAY A COMMON PLACE THING BUT BURN, BURN, BURN . . .
Happy 90th Birthday Jean-Louis "Jack" Kerouac, a football playing iconoclast who burned the candle brightly - at both ends - and died at the age of 47. A cautionary tale? Perhaps. But his legacy as a truly great American writer is unquestioned. He is my hero.
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