Okay, I'm well into the second half of On The Road, and I'm beginning to think I liked this book better when it was fiction and the heroes were a couple of 12-year-olds floating down the river on a raft, occasionally "liberating" a watermelon from a garden along the way - and freeing a slave while they were at it. Mr. Kerouac was born in '22, which puts him in his late twenties when he took that trip, which has gone from a description of the beautiful land and the beautiful people they were seeing to a chronicle of bad behavior. I had started the story thinking much better of him. I hope before he closes out this story he'll lay down his ideology that justifies stealing everything that isn't nailed down, humping every female that will hold still, and complaining about the cop who pulled them over for barreling down the streets of D.C. at 80 mph. Yes, that cop was wrong to demand most of their money to make it go away, but the crime spree that brought them to that moment rather cost them their righteous indignation.
   A little disappointed so far, but holding out hope that this great talent comes with some good character qualities after all.

P.S. If you peeps could respond, I'm sure someone would tell me I have missed the point altogether. I quite agree, and wish someone would explain the point to me. So far, Mr. K hasn't.