“If my words did glow with the gold of sunshine And my tunes were played on the harp unstrung, Would you hear my voice come thru the music, Would you hold it near as it were your own?” -Grateful Dead
“I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by
madness, starving hysterical naked,
dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn
looking for an angry fix,
angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly
connection to the starry dynamo in the machin-
ery of night” – Allen Ginsberg, Howl
“I woke up as the sun was reddening; and that was the one distinct time in my life, the strangest moment of all, when I didn’t know who I was — I was far away from home, haunted and tired with travel, in a cheap hotel room I’d never seen, hearing the hiss of steam outside, and the creak of the old wood of the hotel, and footsteps upstairs, and all the sad sounds, and I looked at the cracked high ceiling and really didn’t know who I was for about fifteen strange seconds.”- Kerouac, On the Road
“There is a road, no simple highway, Between the dawn and the dark of night, And if you go no one may follow, That path is for your steps alone.” -Grateful Dead, Ripple
Last weekend I took Emmett to San Francisco for his 18th Birthday. We spent three full days living and breathing every inch of the city. We awoke each morning to a new adventure and didn’t stop ’til late each night. We rode bikes across the Golden Gate Bridge, visited the famed Alcatraz, and walked miles through many neighborhoods until we found ourselves ready to drop. We visited the haunts of great Poets and Musicians then stumbled upon landmarks like Grace Cathedral and Coit Tower, ate at little cafes and had drinks at the top of The Mark. We never wanted to leave and return to the reality of work and school.
We still have yet to share the Golden Gate Bridge, we both rode with a “Go Pro” on our head to take videos. It was amazingly beautiful and sunny on the day we crossed the bridge, with views that went on for miles. But, you’ll have to wait till a later post to see!
Left my heart in San Francisco Photos: Butterfly by Day Quotes: Allen Ginsberg- Howl Jack Kerouac- On the Road Grateful Dead- Ripple
