Posted on | November 13, 2012 | 3 Comments
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)