On The Road To Concord, MA

Early last Friday morning, I embarked on a solo adventure to Concord, Massachusetts to visit all of the literary locations that I had been dying to visit for many years. While there, I stayed at the Hawthorne Inn, run by two of the most genuine kind people I’ve ever met.


It all started with the drive. I rented a car because my own car struggles to get me from my every day normal point A to point B. So once that was done, I took off. I waved goodbye to Jersey, and drove to Concord. Let me tell you, the drive alone sparked so many ideas. There’s something about knowing that you’re on the road for so many hours that creates this great imaginative bubble. In the picture above you can see the pencil that I used to write while I was driving. Don’t worry, there was traffic… 😉

After a little under five hours of driving I arrived in Concord. Right from the beginning, I felt at home. Everything about the town was lovely and quaint. Then the real adventures began.


This library melted my heart.

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Pictured above was the best meal of my life, eaten at 80 Thoreau. The next day was action packed. I finally made it to Walden Pond after years of dreaming about it.

“If you have built castles in the air, your work need not be lost; that is where they should be. Now put foundations under them.” -Henry David Thoreau

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But by far, the highlight of my trip, was visiting Jack Kerouac’s grave in Lowell. I felt so empowered and connected while there.

“the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.” ― Jack Kerouac

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Visiting Emerson’s house was another highlight, but seeing his study in the museum was even better.

“Make your own Bible. Select and collect all the words and sentences that in all your readings have been to you like the blast of a trumpet.”-Ralph Waldo Emerson

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My stay at the inn was one of the best experiences of my life. I was able to spend a lot of time writing which felt so good. I do a lot of writing while at home, but there’s something about being away that gives you a new perspective.

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So I owe many thanks to the Hawthorne Inn, and I truly can’t wait to go back.

Until next time,


A Kerouac Detour 


“In God’s name and under the stars what for? For joy, for kicks, for something burning in the night.” -Jack Kerouac. I finished reading “On the Road” earlier today. I had been meaning to read it for years, and finally got around to it. The timing couldn’t have been better. What an adventurous story. The magic is in the details. I’m wondering if there are any drastic differences in the “original scroll” version which I read, compared to the 1957 edition. I enjoyed being able to read the story with the actual names. Of course seeing the final line read, “I think of Neal Cassady” instead of “I think of Dean Moriarty” would probably make a difference for some people. None the less, what a powerful thing it is to have such a complex person in your life. It’s true isn’t it? There are some people that come into your life and make a mark on you. Their always going to be there in your mind. You’ll always think about them. Neal Cassady seemed to be the type to set ones soul on fire in a inconsistent way, but that was the beauty of it.

One quote that really stuck out to me as I read was, “At the end of the American road is a man and a woman making love in a hotel room.” Even though there is a lot of explanation surrounding that statement, I couldn’t get my mind off of it. It’s one of those sentences that I will write in my journal, stare at, and pick apart for the next few weeks. On the Road is far from a love story, but there are tons of moments that focus on relationships. In that particular instance, Jack is talking about his wife. However, I think that a lot of us can relate to a statement like that. When you cut it down and peel back the layers, he’s talking about a reality that most of us have experienced. Sure, there are many joys in life, but there are certain things you can’t compare. Sometimes it’s the simplest of statements that create the most meaning.



Overall, I’m so glad I took the time to detour from my poetry books to read “On the Road.” It is a book that I will remember forever.

Until next time,