Our isolated farmhouse in Salisbury, Maryland, late 1970s. In the cluster of 3 houses above copyright notice (lower center), it's the small lower right one, the older farmhouse. Talk about being in the country. We hosted a large number of very long and very loud parties there.
From Kerouac's Scroll:
Sally and I had rented the four-bedroom Victorian
farmhouse from a local doctor. The house was located five
miles out of town and surrounded by farmland, which was
rotated with soybeans, field corn, melons and strawberries.
Our faculty parties were large, loud and long-lasting, and
in the huge house any number of things could occur out of
the sight and sound of the party nucleus. Once, in fact, a
member of the English Department had passed out in an
upstairs back room off my study, and it was the next
afternoon before he recovered enough to wander
downstairs, much to our surprise, disheveled and
hungover.
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