When I’m on a vacation, be it a month-long backpacking trip or weekend jaunt, each day I plan to leave a section of Walt Whitman’s Song of the Open Road. I might leave it in a B&B guestbook, tuck a note behind a hotel painting or write it on a dollar bill I spend at a hot dog stand. In any case, I’ll be tracking where I leave the poem here. I call it The Open Road Project. Click on the stanzas below to find out where they’ve been left and track the poem’s progress here.
I left the seventeenth section of the poem on a napkin at the Hopleaf, a bar with a fabulous selection of beers and delicious pub far in Andersonville in Chicago, Illinois during my Thanksgiving visit. My sweetheart and I met up with some old friends for a lovely night of beer, bonding, and brisket.
Do you say I am already prepared, I am well-beaten and undenied, adhere to me?