I got to the gravesite in Lowell by 8:00 am. I'd written down "corner of Lincoln and 7th, Lot 94" but I still would have had to search a wide area if I hadn't spotted the wine bottle and the candle. When I got closer I saw cigarette butts, and various scraps of notes and photographs. The ground around the marker was worn. I added my used Man./Sask. map with my Dear Jack message on it and Herbert circled inside.
I stood there a while, no one alive but me taking pics in four directions from Kerouac's grave.
The cemetery's in south Lowell, a beat part of town.
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