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I've only read one book by Hemingway (The Sun Also Rises) and I didn't think too much of it. Here's a summary: Hemingway watches the bulls run in Spain, takes a nap, goes fishing and drinks wine. I think I should give him another chance or two since his books were well acclaimed, For Whom the Bell Tolls for one. It doesn't help my opinion of him that he committed suicide and one of his daughters allegedly committed suicide as well. Anyway, I read one of Hunter S. Thompson's books and he never had a mustache. I'm not much for key lime pie, but I'd be interested in going on a safari. I did buy some safari pants from REI in early June, so I'm halfway there. Plus, in the picture above, he looks similar to one of the sergeants who works over here.
Hemingway traveled to many exotic places I'll probably never go: Italy, Paris, Spain, Africa, Florida, Cuba and Idaho (I've only been to Florida, three times, but I do enjoy potatoes). Travel can be fun, and exhausting at times. Right now, the beef jerky I ordered is on its way over here. It started in New Jersey, crossed the river to Philadelphia and is now waiting in Chicago. I'm no geographer, but it does baffle me how one small pack of food should travel west first, to then go a few thousand miles east.
Tomorrow my replacement will be here. Time flies! I'll spend a month training him and giving him all the knowledge I've gleaned over the past two months, things such as what time to go to the cafeteria to get steak, which washing machine is the least gross and how many Swiffer wipes it takes to clean the dust bunnies from underneath the bunk bed. If he grows a deployed mustache the likes of which his family has never seen, I know I've done my job.
Sam and I toasted the night with some coffee, steak and talked about Michael Keaton. I think Hemingway did that every six hours, so close enough.
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| That's three steaks beneath a blanket of eggs. |
Tomorrow it is back to the gym for more squats, bench and rows.
