Week 101 of our regular morning feature here at Friedman of the Plains Worldwide in which we highlight the great words and works of great men and women, as well as those who are insufferable, delusional, and even fictional.
This Week Jack Kerouac
“The air was soft, the stars so fine, the promise of every cobbled alley so great, that I thought I was in a dream.” ― On the Road: The Original Scroll
Oh yeah. I just came from a month and a half in New Orleans. I get it.