“A man should never lose his hand at hunting.”
This one comes from a weird time–the era of the great, white hunter, when shooting rhinos was brave and the corridas of Spain left bulls bleeding and dead by the thousands. I haven’t yet read the Hemingway short story, but I bet it was better written.
And it’s clearly make-believe because everyone keeps saying to Gregory Peck, “Aren’t you Mr. Harry Street, the writer?” Like anyone knows what writers look like. Except for Stephen King. And Stephen Hawking.
Took a break in the middle of it to have a bite to eat with Sara at Communal on El Centro and make Jinx wear her Santa hat, which Jinx did NOT like.