Hemingway Wasn’t Home

We stopped by Ernest Hemingway‘s yesterday. Uh, but he wasn’t in. However, here’s his front door and his study:

Ernest Hemingway's front door, Key West. [Photo by me, 2014}

Ernest Hemingway’s front door, Key West. [Photo by me, 2014}

Ernest Hemingway's study, Key West. [Photo by me, 2014.]

Ernest Hemingway’s study, Key West. [Photo by me, 2014.]

And, wow, his swimming pool looked too inviting on a 90F+/30C+ degree day in Key West!:

Ernest Hemingway's massive swimming pool, Key West. [Photo by me, 2014.]

Ernest Hemingway’s massive swimming pool, Key West. [Photo by me, 2014.]

Although I suspected one snark it was more than likely to draw from the significant woman in my own life, the 30 minute guided house tour is well-worth it. Near the start of ours, the guide remarked that Hemingway’s novels were inspired by, and built upon, places he had lived, where he had traveled, and people he had known. With a mischievous wink, we were then told how “in the next room, are photos of some of the women in his life.”

As we were all escorted across the hall, my wife looked at me knowingly. I knew exactly what was coming. With a smile, mumbling over to me, she cracked, “Uh, huh. Yeh. And he’s not the only one….”

Yep, and there it is! Done. Good, we got that over with. ;-)

Oh, and you’re probably not surprised that my novelist uncle loved seeing – via Facebook – where we’d been.

Happy July!

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