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Literature often describes places we are curious about, regardless of whether we know them or not. This blog maps the journeys laid out in selected books and offers reflections corresponding to the various stops. Happy traveling!

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I was born in Eureka, California and adopted when I was 2.  I grew up in Fort Bragg, California, and graduated high school in 1982.  I finished a BA in English at Santa Clara University, and then did two years of volunteer service with the Jesuit Volunteer Corps in inner-city Milwaukee.  I lived in Milwaukee from 1986-1995.  I got married in 1995 to Megan Kamerick and moved to San Antonio, Texas where I worked for a non-profit organization while I picked up an MA in International Relations at St. Mary's University.  In 2000, I started a Ph.D. program in Political Science at the University of New Orleans and we lived there until 2004.  Megan accepted a job in Albuquerque 2004, and we have lived there up to the present.  I completed my Ph.D. in 2008 and am currently working at the University of New Mexico School of Medicine.

Saturday, July 29, 2006

On the Road: Denver

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On the Road: Denver, Colorado

2 Comments:

Blogger Steve said...

I've checked out the Jack Kerouac Lofts before - was wondering if you were going to mention it. Evidently the developer is a big Kerouac fan. Interestingly, they are located not far from Elitch Gardens, an amusement park. When I first arrived in Denver circa 1983, I got a job at Elitch Gardens from which I promptly got fired a week later for failing to notice a sick patron on the bumper cars and stoppng the ride. (He was puking all over the place and I was in LaLa land when he decided to get sick!)

A second time I arrived in Denver at the bus depot in the middle of the night. I stayed a while in the depot hanging out, waiting for morning until I could call my sister to come get me. When I finally went to leave, I realized the door was locked. I turn around and there's the night janitor standing behind me - nobody else in the place - and he says he wants me to go in the back office with him. Needless to say I hightailed it outta there fast.

Another time, me and a friend stopped in a hostel on an overnight trip on our way to Cheyenne. It was a big stuffy room with creaking floorboards at the top of a long, dark staircase, with only a single bulb for light, but the bed was clean. It consisted of a steel spring cot and a very thin mattress. There's something to be said for a clean bed when you've been travelling for days sleeping on the ground or on benches in highway rest stops.

Anyway, like Sal, I have many more Denver stories. Some involving girls, country clubs, older lonely woman and motorcycles, but I don't want to take up too much space!

8:27 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hey,

I love your blog, you can check out 'My Brothers Bar' it's not too far from Writers Square where Jack Kerouac was known to hang out!

4:02 PM  

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