Foxi
AH legend
At the beginning of July, exactly 60 years ago, Hemingway pressed his forehead on the double barrel of his shotgun and pulled through.
Physically plagued by many aches and pains from his numerous accidents, not necessarily stabilized by heavy alcohol consumption, the most famous author in America, if not the world, took his fate into his own hands.
Perhaps he was also tired and depressed.
His friend Orson Wells always denied this: "How can you be depressed, when you've won the Nobel Prize?"
Most of us here in AH have been coded by his Africa literature.
You have to have a little macho feeling in your blood ,to like his books and writing style (we do, don't we?).
I was most fascinated by his book "death in the afternoon"
This book about the tradition of bullfighting, was instrumental in establishing my love for Spain.
The horses, fighting bulls and bodegas there. There is an attitude to life that is alien to us Germans and therefore inspires us so much.
I once spent almost two days in his beautiful house in Key West to let the spirit and the atmosphere of Hemingway work on me and it still works today.
He fled "across the river into the trees" two generations ago.
Thank you Hem, for your work.
You have been really a guy.
Today at sunset I drink one of your beloved Daiquiris on you
Foxi
in Key West, at his workplace.Behind it, a strong Roan.(guided by Philip Percival ?,possible)
"Ginger Rodgers"-the grandmother of this cat was allegedly Hem's special favorite(I've visited 1991).She was named like the grandma,the name what Hem has given.
Hems home in Key West-a dream house in a dream area.
Just beautiful.
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