I once interviewed his English teacher in Oak Park. The old man really didn’t remember the kid at all but wanted to help out for some special anniversary piece, so I coached him through a couple usable quotes. Hemingway (July 21, 1899 – July 2, 1961) was certainly dead by then. His last days make interesting reading.
There’s a monument just north of Sun Valley inscribed on the base with an eulogy Papa wrote for a friend several decades earlier:
Best of all he loved the fall
the leaves yellow on cottonwoods
leaves floating on trout streams
and above the hills
the high blue windless skies
…Now he will be a part of them forever.
He really reminds me of an old friend back in Santa Fe who has grown more handsome with age. Hi Bruce!