My Vacation as Parallax, Pt. 8

Repost From Clap Your Hands, Say Meh from Marty Peercy.

I ran out of money in Chicago.

I had a reserve of eighty-something bucks through PayPal that I set to transfer to my bank account, knowing it would take three days. I left Chicago on Wednesday, the fifth day of September. I spent the day driving through Illinois and Missouri on my way to Kansas City to visit my best friend.

I mention the date because it is significant to me and to this series of essays I’ve been writing about travel.

This was the 55th anniversary of the publication of On the Road by Jack Kerouac. I am unashamed to embrace my pretension on this point: I love On the Road. It was one of the three most formative reading experiences of my life. The books I’ve loved most have always been about travel, ever since I was a child.
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