This is my brother Mike. 3 years older… a pretty good older brother. My Hero. I don’t have time in the rest of my life to thank mike for all the things he’s taught me. Seriously.
I could flip to any page, in any book, written by Jack Kerouac and pick any sentence and read any two words and I could feel something that I’ve felt my entire lifeunconsiously and deeply. it would be everyday unspoken beauty moments. Jack always thought it was sad. But nonetheless, they are things I never knew how to pinpoint. Fearless Jack Kerouac. Sailed with no map. Burning and Drunk. Human Writer. failed Island. And Cat lover. Godblessyoujack and you’re courage to share. Dr. Sax. Cassidy. the mexican girls. the Dharma. the tea thehonestsexand the poor boys. the trains You hid yourself in your stories, but not to anyone who was paying attention. You, the Gem.
Oh Bob. You have written my favorite song ever. (I’ll Keep it With Mine) And you are so funny. You make people laugh. I found out yesterday that the word zimmer in Hebrew means song. That makes you Bob Songman. And yet, you changed your name to Bob Dylan. I thank you for your teachings. You are my favorite teacher. (Mr. Gala from High School is a distant second.) Thanks Bob. That’s all I’ll say because I know you don’t care anyways. Your mind is where your mind is. Bob Dylan, the Songman… a hero of mine.