On the East

7 Oct 2007 -Looking Down the Hudson-

. . . I thought, and looked everywhere, as I had looked everywhere in the little world below. And before me was the great raw bulge and bulk of my American continent; somewhere far across, gloomy, crazy, New York was throwing up its cloud of dust and brown steam. There is something brown and holy about the East . . . at least that's what I thought then.

Kerouac, On The Road.