one of my greatest regrets

Many years ago, one of the newspapers I read (I think the Christian Science Monitor) held a contest, inviting readers to pen a weather forecast in the style of their favorite writer. I chose Hemingway:

It was hot.

Sadly, I never sent it in. This is one of my life’s great regrets.

(Memory triggered by The day Hemingway attended a child’s birthday party)


  1. You were really contemplating a forecast in the past tense? I feel the dew falls off the predictive rose once you start writing about yesterday’s weather, but I’m traditional like that.

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