Ernest Hemingway. When I was young. I wanted to be like Ernest Hemingway. He found peace in wars, tropical places and drinking. He left us with the legacy of loving the women and… Continue reading
Almost home. Took me 26 years and four bloody wars zones and I learn.Monterey was still there,the Pacific was still dancing and you could buy a cup of Irish Coffee on the pier.… Continue reading
Hemingway whiskey. Old man wrote into his journal, my secrets, my sins, my indiscreet deeds. Will never be written or spoken aloud. They would die with me. He told the young people, keep… Continue reading
Looking for my Agnes. Hemingway wrote of his Agnes. A love, who saved him and left him. Hemingway learns. Love in war, just gifts of the survivors. We must go home. Took J.… Continue reading
Old Monterey and Hemingway.. I was looking for my friend Hemingway on the Monterey pier. They hid him away. My old eyes found him moved, near the sea on Monterey wharf. We stood… Continue reading
Hemingway whiskey.. Old man wrote into his journal, My secrets, my sins, my indiscreet deeds. Will never be written or spoken aloud. They would die with him. He told the young people, keep… Continue reading
Looking for my Agnes. Hemingway wrote of his Agnes. A love, who saved him and left him. Hemingway learn. Love in war, just gifts of the survivors. We must go home. Took J.… Continue reading
J.D Salinger My mentor dear J. D Salinger. I pray you found peace. Life taught you to seek loneliness. You saw the bloody war, opened up the death camps for the world to… Continue reading
Ernest Hemingway.. When I was young. I wanted to be like Ernest Hemingway. He found peace in war, tropical places and drinking. He left us with the legacy of loving the women and… Continue reading
Blood laced pen.. Fight or flee? love or hate? stay or go? Laugh or cry? I wonder what Hemingway remembered in his last moment. Did he remember war or the face of Agnes?… Continue reading
