Edson Cemetery is the resting place of Jack Kerouac.
Just across from Kerouac’s park is this liquor store which we have been known to frequent a time or two while visiting Lowell. And of course the local newspaper, the Lowell Sun.
Lincoln Avenue, Edson Cemetery, Lowell, Massachusetts, USA
A beautiful photo from my better half taken in Lowell, Massachusetts after we had lunch at the Club Diner and before we drove over to see Jack’s grave and obnoxious new headstone.
“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. I wasn’t scared; I was just somebody else, some stranger, and my whole life was a haunted life, the life of a ghost.”
– from On the Road