The End of the Road- Bixby...

It was almost exactly 50 years ago that Jack Kerouac left his mother’s house on the East coast and took a luxury liner to San Francisco to dry out. DTs were shaking his body and he was seeing ghosts. He was headed for Lawrence Ferlinghetti’s cabin in Bixby Cabin. Beautiful location near the ocean, and most importantly, no booze. Isolation. Just Jack and his muse. It was a good...

On the Road 2. Closing in...

As the trip-odometer rolled over 2,000 miles, we looked out over the Pacific ocean and watched the fog roll in over highway 1. It’s been a trip. It’s bothered me that I know the basic geography of Europe so much better than I know the basic geography of the U.S. Having taken the Dover to Calais ferry and driven up the coast of Western Europe from France to the top of Sweden, I’ve got a...

Portable Empire on the Roa...

We left a rainy Wimberley, Texas this morning and the rain kept us company all the way to Fort Stockton, Texas. We’re going to keep driving West until we find the sun. And the Beats. Specifically Jack Kerouac. Now, I know old Jack has gone to the land where old drunks go when they die. In his old age, the booze got him. He looked like he was in his 80’s, and walked like old men walk. ...

UnSeminar 8 in the Rear Vi...

Imagine the best weekend of your life. Now imagine it even better. Ask anybody who was there- that’s what UnSeminar8 was. If you haven’t attended one, it’s probably hard to imagine an Internet Marketing (Un)Seminar as being “the best weekend of your life.” If you have attended one, then you know what I mean. As the last stragglers left the Vitale Cigar Bar Monday evening,...