Knocked out 30 pgs of the Hemingway novel. 70 or 80 pgs left. It's decent, but in the story's reality, nothing is happening. Eating, gondola trips, drinking, and fooling around and remembrances and that's mostly it. This is also one of the few that hasn't been adapted, and I can see why. Colonel Richard Cantwell is convincing himself that he can live the good life as it is his last chance to do so. But he's taking it too far by falling in love with a 19-year-old. At least the characters know that it's somewhat frowned upon.
This is the 8th Hemingway book I've read. I plan to be done with it by Tues nite/Weds morn.
This will be the last Hemingway read for a little while as there is a lot on deck that I actually own.
There's not a whole hell of a lot going on on the highway today. I did see one woman jogging, just past the piers, with matching blue-ish tattoos on her exposed calves. I couldn't make out the insignias but the woman was easily in her 40s.
Watching the 9/11 ceremony was difficult yesterday morning, as I did get choked up more than once. I wept last year, possibly b/c I was alone last year on the day and a little more claustrophobic. There comes a point once they make it into the Bs and Cs where you can block out distractions and take stock of what happened and what is happening and you can zero in on the moments. It's easy and uncomfortable. That I pass the site daily is one thing, but I don't read the names every day and we all know there are some people who do.
The Albany St. traffic cop could've held traffic an extra 5 seconds as the traffic lights had indicated, but it's not the end of the world.
Thank you for reading.
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