Since 1990, Jack Kerouac’s St. Petersburg home in Disston Heights has been a kind of tomb. During that time, many a writer or creative or curious history nerd graced (some might call it trespassing) the somewhat abandoned steps of the house where the king of the beatniks breathed some of his last breaths. It was a kind of right of passage because no one else knew or seemed to care that Kerouac once lived here in this sleepy little neighborhood.
Since 1990, Jack Kerouac’s St. Petersburg home in Disston Heights has been a kind of tomb. During that time, many a writer or creative or curious history nerd graced (some might call it trespassing) the somewhat abandoned steps of the house where the king of the beatniks breathed some of his last breaths. It was a kind of right of passage because no one else knew or seemed to care that Kerouac once lived here in this sleepy little neighborhood.