Morning Coffee at Dave’s Diner


Dave’s Diner, High Ridge, Missouri


Completed another Kerouac Collage

Most men, the herd, have never tasted solitude.

Hermann Hesse, Zarathustra’s Return

Thanksgiving with my parents was not as long as I would have liked, but I give thanks for what we shared this year. The day after the Great Feast, we were greeted with rain and darkness, but my Dad, who turned 90 this month, was in the mood to travel into downtown St. Louis, so we went to the Left Bank book store and did a swan dive into the enormous collection inside this independent book store.


Bronze Bust of William Burroughs

American Beat writer William Burroughs grew up a few blocks from here, at 4664 Pershing Avenue. I don’t think I’ve ever entered this store without pausing before his bust and admiring its overall look. Inside I always find the latest published monographs that I will never find inside a national-chain bookstore such as Barnes & Noble. This time I picked up Hiking with Nietzsche, published just this year, and after two chapters, am delighted with the purchase.


Breakfast with Dad has been a rare treasure early this morning. I’m glad we got to be together again before I have to hit the road. By the time you read this, I expect to be halfway across Missouri, On the Road again.

Thanks for reading.

One Response to “Morning Coffee at Dave’s Diner”

  1. Jay Haeske Says:

    I very much like the Kerouac and Burroughs references here, especially the Kerouac one. Thanks for posting!


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