Papa Hemingway

A friend of mine sent me a link concerning one of Ernest Hemingway's writings.  I was glad he sent it, for it gave me a moment to think back to when I was very much involved as a hobby with the study of Heminway's works and had amassed a whole collection of those works plus upwards of 50 different biographies about the man.  I find a lot to admire in Hemingway.  True, he had faults (But, really who does not?), but overall, he was a remakable person, writer, and man. 

From the impetus of that e-mail, I have gone to the bookshelf where I have had the amassed collection of his works and biographies about him that I have, dusted off the tomes, and have selected one work (the first I read, "The Snows of Kilamanjaro") and one biography (Fuentes, "Hemingway in Cuba") to read again.  Perhaps it will spark my interest and curiosity again like it did so long ago when I first was given a copy of his work by one of my major professors in graduate school. 

So, a thank you goes to the friend who sent me the link.  It was nice to receive, and it has surprisingly given me a very pleasant focal point upon which to devote some time. 

Boston was a nice trip.  My talk was well received.  And, as a member of the executive board of the scientific organization where I presented my research, it was nice to see some old friends I only get to see sproradically (usually at these meetings).  On one of the evenings, we were sitting, talking, and drinking some particularly robust dark beer (I do not recall the name/type, as I simply consumed each refilled mug I was given), and the evening, the talk, and the beer helped to elevate my mood.  The task is to try to keep my mood up.  That is the conundrum.  But, I must say again, that I appreciated the link, which drew me back into the world of Ernest Hemingway.

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