Hemingway Stories

      The Importance Of Being Ernest Hemingway It happened at a Maryland yacht club after Labor Day, when summer lingers. Philip Wright was adjusting lines aboard his forty-something-foot sailing ketch. Suddenly dark-haired Adrienne Racine called from the dock, “You’re publishing a novel?”   That Saturday was stormy, and this bold belle’s voice battled the wailing wind: “Alex Gooding told my uncle. He’s your agent, right?...

This, sure as Hellis not Harry's Barin Puerto Vallartawhere trannies and hookersdrink for freeon ladies nightThis, sure as Hellis not Harry's Barin Puerto Vallartawhere I have spentmy New Year's EveThis, ain't evenHarry's Bar in Firenze, Italywhere Hemingway hackswould flock for a weekendThis, is Harry's Bar!That, is my Bellini!These, are my memories of Venice!