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*Jack Kerouac Alley (formerly Adler Alley or Adler Place) is a one-way alleyway in Chinatown, San Francisco, California that connects Grant Avenue and Columbus Avenue, running between "Vesuvio Cafe"
(255 Columbus Ave.) and Lawrence Ferlinghetti's "City Lights Books" (261 Columbus Ave.).
Carolyn Cassady 1923
Carolyn Cassady Quotes
Carolyn Cassady from Off the
Road, 1990
Bill Tomsons affected tough-guy drawl was unmistakable.
Hīlo, doll, cīn I come up for a minute. [ ]
He confined his conversation to smart retorts, abstract bravado or stories of exploits
designed to impress me, either on his own or those of a friend, one Neal
Cassady. To Bill, Neal was a hero whose praises needed singing. Bill told me of daring
escapades in cars, near-brushes with the law, deep intellectual and musical safaris.
Having been raised in fear and reverence of existing social codes, I was amazed to
learn that there were men who actually dared live like those in books or movies if,
of course, Bill was not exaggerating. I n any case such a life was remote and
unthreatening to me; I wasn't about to fall in love with Bill, and he told me Neal was in
New York studying at Columbia
University with two friends, Jack Kerouac and Allen Ginsberg, the one a famous
football player, the other a poet.
When I opened the door at his knock, I saw that he was not alone. Behind him stood
another man, who now strode past me into the room, his eyes quickly categorizing the
contents before he turned to acknowledge Bill's introduction.
'Cari, this is Neal Cassady.'
I could only stare, flustered by the myth made flesh. Neal nodded, and in that instant
the sweep of his blue eyes made me feel I had been thoroughly appraised. I cursed Bill's
failure to warn me.
The advance publicity on this man had already made him unique, but I was not prepared
for his appearance - not so much the physical aspects - which were all pretty average - it
was his suit. Though not the authentic 'zoot', it had the same aura, and I'd never been
closer to one than the movie screen. It gave him a Runyonesque flavour, a dangerous glamor
heightened by the white T-shirt and bare muscular neck.
Neal walked across the room to the phonograph and turned to me, a statue by the door.
' Bill tells me you have an unusually large collection of Lester Young records.'
His eyebrows sloped upward and inward quizzically.
Bewildered, I stammered, 'Who? Lester who? I, uh no unusual, yes. I'm afraid
I've never heard of him. All I have are leftovers from college swing mostly
big bands.' And I glared at Bill for this additional embarrasment.
Neal too looked at Bill, but only for a second. The, cool and smiling, he sat in the
rocker and began flipping through the albums.[ ] Over and
above my discomfort was a compelling desire to see more of this man.
Note: If you want to know what Jack Kerouac and Neal Cassady were like, Carolyn Cassady's "Off the Road" is the book you should read. Certainly, Neal was a unique person and marched to the beat of a different drum, but he was never the outlaw character portrayed in many books. I long suspected that, and "Off the Road" confirmed those suspicions. That so much has been written about Neal Cassady is an indication that he made a deep impression on the writers. No one will ever write a single book about most of us.
Clearly, Neal Cassady was an intelligent person. That the talented and highly educated gathered around him and admired him in spite of his lack of formal education is evidence of this. That he married the highly intelligent and beautiful Caroline who to this day expresses her love and respect for him confirms it. Above all, Neal was a human being, and by all credible accounts, a gentle and caring one. He deserves our respect. -Kerouac Alley