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Although the back of the house was my actual primary living
space (as it had been for Kerouac), the front porch was a
delightful place to read, and share company with Great Uncle
Oak (in the backround)...
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This is the door to the converted porch at the back of the
house that was actually the apartment Kerouac shared with
his mother, and where I spent most of my time...
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This is my writing room, the back apartment. This shot was
taken near the end of my stay, and the walls are covered with
poems I worked on while in residence. They were all typed
on one of the five different typewriters I had at various
times during my stay...
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Another shot of my writing room, and my messy desk. The typewriter
in this shot is my 1928 Underwood...
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This is me at the K House with all the members of the Kerouac
Project Board, to all of whom I owe a tremendous debt of gratitude
for having invited me to be Writer-In-Residence...
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This is me with Kimberly Bucheit, one of the K House Board
Members, and Michael York, well-known actor, and also a K
House Board Member/Supporter...
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This is my bedroom (also Kerouac's), with a new 1940s Royal
that I picked up during my stay...
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And this is a 1950s Penncrest, also a new acquisition...This
shot was taken in the dining room of the main portion of the
house...
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This is Great Uncle Oak (that's what I called him), the amazing
oak tree in the front yard of the K House. Needless to say,
he features in many a poem I wrote there...
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And here is the man himself, Jack Kerouac, in 1957, standing
in front of a much younger Great Uncle Oak...
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