It seems Jack and I are on similar paths. [See previous post San Francisco Blues]

On the facade of a hotel I stayed in for two days in Mazatlan, hangs an embrozened plaque with the following written:

"A Jack Kerouac (1922-1969)
En memoria a su estancia
en estas playas.

'La unica gente que me interesa es la que esta loca, la gente que esta loca por vivir, loco por hablar, loca por salvarse, con ganas de todo al mismo tiempo, la gente que nunca bosteza ni habla de lugares comunes, sino que arde, arde...'

- on the road

Sociedad Historica, Mazatleca
Junio 2001"

Here is the translation:

"To Jack Kerouac (1922-1969)
In memory of your stay
in these beaches.

'The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn...'

- on the road

Historical Society, Mazatlan
June 2001"