Jack Kerouac

Our battered suitcases were piled on the sidewalk again; we had longer ways to go. But no matter, the road is life.

My manners, abominable at times, can be sweet.

My witness is the empty sky.

I am in Boston right now, in fact, to do work at the New England Historical Genealogical Library, where I'm trying to finish up tracing my lineage back to the seventeenth century.

I'd date someone younger or older; age doesn't matter to me. Or looks, really - it's all about maturity.