On the road again

I plucked On the Road from the book stacks just meaning to read a little during lunch since I was distracted and a little depressed from staring at a mostly blank computer screen all morning long. I never think I will like it as well as I have before, but each time I start reading it, I wind up reading the whole thing. I guess it’s the sheer exuberance of the writing that infects my imagination.

Here’s to sheer exuberance rather than sullen meditation.