Dear Prankstr,

I can't begin to say what Ken Kesey did for my development... so many lessons... so much inspiration! Rather than ramble on and on I wrote a poem.

I also took a photo the night Ken died and included it.

Poem with Ken Kesey in mind

There is something to be said about
wordless possibilities.
Carried away on a current of memory.
Like a dream or a rhyme
A song or a star.
Each one searching for that
Unsung desire.
So few lights along the way.
In no uncertain haze
Inspiration illuminates the day.
No shadowy domination
With its spoon-fed dogma.
But a fresh breeze of freedom
With its wordless possibilities.

Peace, Love, Harmony
Jay P. Tuccolo

November 17, 2001

With my young sons by my side I took
this sunset photo on November 10,
2001 at 4:40 pm, Pentucket Lake.