Happy Birthday (yesterday) Hemingway!

Ernest Hemingway was born in Oak Park, Illinois on July 21st, 1899. The epitome of a Gentleman with few (albeit glaring) exceptions.

“Here’s a taxidermist’s,” Bill said. “Want to buy anything? Nice stuffed dog?”

“Come on,” I said. “You’re pie-eyed.”

“Pretty nice stuffed dogs,” Bill said. “Certainly brighten up your flat.”

“Come on.”

“Just one stuffed dog. I can take ‘em or leave ‘em alone. But listen, Jake. Just one stuffed dog.”

“Come on.”

“Mean everything in the world to you after you bought it. Simple exchange of values. You give them money. They give you a stuffed dog.”

“We’ll get one on the way back.”

“All right. Have it your own way. Road to hell paved with unbought stuffed dogs. Not my fault.”

We went on.

The Sun Also Rises

If you were in Key West, Florida, I hope you had a chance to stop by the Sloppy Joe’s Hemingway Look-Alike Contest, now in it’s 28th year.