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Jack's Last Drink
  • May 23, 2012 : 13:05
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My Drink with Ron

Tichenor was the opposite of Nichols. In the beginning of the interview he apologized about using the word “man” so much. He told me that his head was rolled back as he sat on his chair, visualizing his time with Kerouac. If I didn’t know any better, I would have thought I was talking to The Dude.

It was safe to say when Tichenor called I was nervous and didn’t know what to expect. It seemed like Tichenor was one of those people who was Kerouac’s friend because they were kindred spirits. He had the answers to a carefree life. St. Petersburg was a place that Kerouac went to be Kerouac, and not be known; at the end of his life he was becoming more irate with the idea of being the King of the Beatniks and told Joseph Lelyveld of the New York Times in one of his final interviews, "I'm not a beatnik, I'm a Catholic!”  

Tichenor commended me on knowing about Kerouac from a young age; that was no thanks to my literary knowledge but to a copy of Dharma Bums my parents had on their bedside table when I was in my early teens. “I can’t imagine meeting Jack through books or any other facet of communications,” Tichenor said. “It gives you a freedom and a different look at the world.” We talked about his time in Panama and how after reading On the Road he took his own road trip, just like the one Sal had. “I got out of school and went on the road. Man, it was a gas. I got this beat-up jalopy with tires on the roof and it turned into all kinds of different stories. But you know what? I never tried to go to Big Sur or tried to mimic Jack because I knew that I was thriving for the adventure that Jack always did, and you got to do that within yourself. You can’t get somebody’s guidelines and do it with them.”

Tichenor was first introduced to Kerouac by his high school friend Anderson, who was the main influence on Kerouac, and Kerouac was the main influence on Anderson down in St. Petersburg. “With Jack you never knew what he’s going to do. He was totally unpredictable,” explained Tichenor. “(When I first met Kerouac) we were in a bar. He turns to me and says, ‘Are you a Jew?’ He always went into these ethnic things, always. He liked to aggravate people, he wanted to see reactions. So I said, ‘No, but I have a bit of German in me.’ He cuts me off and yells, ‘OH, YOU FUCKING JEW!’  I look at him for a moment and say, ‘You motherfucking ass!’ and then Kerouac says, ‘All right, man! I like you.’ ” And from then on, the two were pretty tight.

“If he was alive, he’d piss off everybody. There was nothing about this political correctness on his agenda, nothing. He’d be in trouble all of the time. It didn’t fit into his deal.”


Irish Songs and Fences

“When they first moved here, nobody had wooden fences, especially 6-8 foot ones. Jack somehow got someone to put a big fence in his backyard, which must’ve cost a lot. We were hanging out at his place a lot back then. When we would drink, he would go out into the backyard where there was the huge fence and just take a piss in his backyard. He loved the freedom of the moon and he’d be out there pointing out all kinds of stuff in the sky. One night we ended up on St. Pete Beach. It was St. Patty’s day and there was this one bar out at the end that overlooks the inner waterway.  We were totally blasted but Jack was still going. I called my friend Tony to pick up Mamay (Kerouac’s mother) to come with us to the bar. Once she got there Jack started singing all of these Irish songs as if he was going crazy. Mamay was sitting right there and it was just absolutely…” Ron trails off. “I’m trying to convey it to you and it sounds pretty cool but it was the rushes I was getting which were important. It was spontaneous! It was adventure! You do whatever the hell you want to do! But sometimes you get knocked out for doing it. And ultimately that got him at the end.”

Skimboards and Angels

“Jack, Cliff and I ended up in my brother’s pickup truck and were heading up to Moon Lake.  Jack was up front with my brother Gino, who doesn’t smoke and is really straight. We both came from a Kentucky family and not into literary or freethinking venture shit, but there  Jack was, sitting with him up in the front.  The rest of us were already buzzed up by the time we got to the lake. We get the boat out and they get me on this skimboard.  Jack’s up front with my brother and Cliff and Kerouac is yelling, ‘GINO, GINO, FASTER FASTER FASTER!’ They had me going so goddamn fast when I went off this piece of plywood it tore my clothes right off.  Jack fucking loved that. When we were heading back to St. Pete, which is about a 40-minute drive, Kerouac’s still sitting up front with Gino. At one point  Jack gets serious and says, ‘Hey, Gino…’  My brother says, ‘Yeah,  Jack?’ Jack whispers, ‘Listen. There are angels around the curve.’ My brother gives him a look and says, ‘Okay, well cool, Jack, what do you want me to do about it?’  Jack says, ‘You need to pull in.’ So my brother wasn’t even thinking about where he was pulling into and when he pulled around the curve he was turning into the goddamn liquor store. So we pulled in and got some wine and beer and motored on down the road.”  

Not many people had the opportunity to hang out with Kerouac. And if you did, you were always looking to the next adventure. “I had flashes while I was drinking some wine in Panama and I thought about how great it would be if I hooked up with Jack there. I had some great energy in Panama because that’s the kind of shit he did up in Big Sir. He was the energy force of my life that got me looking for the next adventure. I’m doing a lot of shit now and people always ask me, ‘Why?’ And I say, ‘Man, for the adventure.’ ”

Tichenor doesn’t know this, but at that point I poured myself a drink. It was almost like I was having a glass with Tichenor down at Flamingo Sports Bar. It was as if Kerouac were still here, it was as if Kerouac had never stopped his wild adventure.


Kerouac fans can still visit Flamingo Sports Bar located at 1230 Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. St. N, St. Petersburg. You can’t miss the place as it has a huge photo of Jack Kerouac on the front porch. Every year on March 17th they celebrate his life by having a huge party called St. Kerouac Day. Thanks to common day liquor laws, you’re able to get a “Kerouac Special,” a shot and a beer chaser, for $2.25.

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6 comments

  • Anonymous
    Anonymous
    try and fail law and order
  • Anonymous
    Anonymous
    This was my first time on playboy.com, and it's nice to be able to say, truly, " I read it for the articles.". Great job. I love anything I can get about Jack, and this was great. Thank you.
  • Anonymous
    Anonymous
    jack kerouac is a great writer There is something of biography and lesson in his work but there is also fortune and good luck and friendship .
  • Anonymous
    Anonymous
    a little comment neal cassidy was his friend he also have poetry readings and jazz subterraneans is a portait of his friends Ginsberg was part of his friendly circle new editions of the work is great
  • Anonymous
    Anonymous
    Met Ron at The Flamingo Bar during Dale's annual New Years Day music/food fest. One the nicest guys you'll ever meet!
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