Jack, who died in 1969, might be surprised now to find that this dive bar still treasures the attention he spent here and honors him with pictures and souvenirs on the walls. Next time I'm back in St. Petersburg, I need to get here when they open - someone is always already sitting in the "Kerouac chair" where they Jack always sat.
I feel Jack's presence in the place, and it just might be that his spirit helped me out with the spurt of energy that broke my writer's lethargy just before leaving for Naples. (I didn't really have "writer's block", I was just lazy)
Whats the address of the bar? Would like to visit
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