Heading south now in the already too-hot late morning of a day that will only get hotter as I hum along down the road to Frenario and beyond. What’ve I got to lose? When you’ve got nothing . . .? Still no weed, radio, or penile implants, but, oh well, keep a-movin, Dan. The penile…

Las Vegas — do I expect to see Sinatra’s Rat Pack, or maybe Elvis himself? Why not? When I’d not found Kerouac at Big Sur? The best Elvis songs from an English teacher’s perspective? “You’re Right, I’m Left, She’s Gone” and “I Forgot to Remember to Forget”. As an English teacher, what do I like…