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I even think of Old Wumpy the father we never found.....

I have been driving the 101 between Santa Barbara and San Francisco. Piedmont actually. Listening to books to pass the time. Midway between SF and SB this past Sunday - as afternoon, turned to evening, I finished "On the Road". I had thoughts of Wumpy.

"I think of Dean Moriarty, I even think of Old Dean Moriarty the father we never found, I think of Dean Moriarty".

I do not recall discussing On the Road with Bill. I'm left feeling that Wumpy was more Dean Moriarty than the writer Sal Paradise. Is this a comparison he would have accepted? Is it so obvious that it is not an observation?

"So in America when the sun goes down and I sit on the old broken-down river pier watching the long, long skies over New Jersey and sense all that raw land that rolls in one unbelievable huge bulge over to the West Coast, and all that road going, all the people dreaming in the immensity of it, and in Iowa I know by now the children must be crying in the land where they let the children cry, and tonight the stars’ll be out, and don’t you know that God is Pooh Bear? the evening star must be drooping and shedding her sparkler dims on the prairie, which is just before the coming of complete night that blesses the earth, darkens all rivers, cups the peaks and folds the final shore in, and nobody, nobody knows what’s going to happen to anybody besides the forlorn rags of growing old, I think of Dean Moriarty, I even think of Old Dean Moriarty the father we never found, I think of Dean Moriarty. - The last paragraph from On the Road - Jack Keroac - 1957

Jerome 8/9/2011