Summer Reads

I am currently 1/2 way through
Jack Kerouac's  On the Road.
  I picked this out of Brilliant Books
while on vacation in Michigan.
Fully intended on reading it on the boat,
 but duties at the helm kept me from it.
  So arriving home picked it up and put it down.
grasping it for escape mostly. So much of my head
is on rent to my construction job, I wonder if I can ever
be able to separate the two?
  At first I wanted to dismiss Kerouac as a Hippie before his time,
Travelling, bumming money from his aunt, drinking, partying,
and digging the scene. Until I read this;
  "We pondered it. I proposed it was myself, wearing the shroud.
That wasn't it. Something, someone, some spirit was pursuing all of us
across the desert of life and was bound to catch us before we reached
heaven. Naturally I look back on it, this is only death: death will overtake
us before heaven.The one thing we yearn for in our living days, that makes us
sigh and groan and undergo sweet nausea's of all kinds, is the remembrance of
some lost bliss that was probably experienced in the womb and only be reproduced
( though we hate to admit it) in death. But who wants to die?" Jack Kerouac
   This made me understand a deeper Jack, possibly a deeper me.
 I read on. For a novel written in 3 weeks it reveals a lot about the human soul.
Thumbs up perhaps, thought provoking, for sure.
  It makes me consider a sailing adventure travel book even if it finds me
down to my last dollar. Like Kerouac I often find myself on the precipice
of the last dollar and the next swinging bar to grasp. I'm just grounded here
not enjoying the beat.  Duggan.