New Orleans! It burned in our brains. From the dirty snows of "frosty fagtown New York," as Dean called it, all the way to the greeneries and river smells of old New Orleans at the washed-out bottom of America; then west. Ed was in the back seat. Marylou and Dean and I sat in front and had the warmest talk about the goodness and joy of life. Dean suddenly became tender.
Now dammit, we can all agree - admit that everything is fine and there's

-Jack Kerouac