Within five miles of the house I grew up in were Harry Chapin, Jack Kerouac, John Coltrane, the Karate Kid, and one of the world's preeminent Taoism teachers.
I knew about Chapin, and I went to school with Ralph (he was a great dancer but a totally wooden actor who never got lines in school plays; he must have really worked hard). I did not know about Kerouac, Coltrane, or the Taoist guy at the time.
I thought it was boring where I lived.
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