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This is a very nice prompt: wearing our Suspenders of Disbelief.

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Feels so very 'quantum Kerouac' who, ironically, never learned to drive!

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As I may or my not have mentioned before, I grew up adjacent to St. Petersburg, FL, where Kerouac died. I was born in the hospital he died in. Funnily enough, the phone connected to his last address (the Kerouac House is now open for visitors and stays https://stpetekerouachouse.com/ ) was still connected long into the 1970s. You could call, and listen to it ring and ring...

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Yes, I remember you mentioning it. I had no idea his house had been kept open for visits. That you could call it long into the 70s and let it ring and ring is just so marvelous! It's wildly him!

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I'm not sure when Kerouac's house becoming a visitor/tourist destination started, but my friend Joyce who discovered that someone had forgotten to turn off Kerouac's phone got a big kick out of it, as did I. I definitely called the number more than once.

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That's hilarious. That is sooooo a short story... where one day someone answers--Kerouac's spirit rousted from the dead!

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Oh, dinner it is when we're up there! That lunchtime conversation might eat into our tourist time; no pun...

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