So we’ve said our last good-night to our neo-Jack Kerouac Don Draper, writers pointedly tipping hats to Mr. Kerouac
As they
Place Don, in his own words,
ON THE ROAD….
and as we leave Don, MonaLisaSmiling, looking out over the cliff at the retreat, having committed an act of
REAL LOVE…
embracing a nondescript, despondent
Everyman,
looking out from within his now PacificSelf , smiling genuinely perhaps for the first time, a beatific smile of real contentment, the Real Thing…Coca Cola…the account he gave up...
I’D LIKE TO TEACH THE WORLD TO SING IN PERFECT HARMONY...
Don Draper has found himself
IN HIMSELF
and is, with himself, at peace.
(OMMMMMMMM)