Ken Kesey and the Art of Flying
Ken Kesey wrote me an email once – mind you I had masqueraded as Merlin so it perhaps was not really I to whom he wrote. I was looking at it just now whilst Bobby Darin, I think, “Don’t Worry Be Happy” played. It bought a tear and a smile to my face. “Is Ken Kesey dead?” I wondered. Strange thing to wonder really – I should probably know this, he’s one of my heroes. And yes, I realise I can search Google for the answer but I don’t want to. I don’t want to know if he is because that would mean that as I fall asleep tonight, one more of my heroes will be someone I shall never meet. Perhaps that is the least attractive feature of the celebrity culture. It means living our highs and lows vicariously through the lives of our heroes as portrayed via the media. In times of yore people knew their heroes.