My topic for next week’s KONK Life column changed from yesterday to today.
My plan was to write about ICE. Immigration and Customs Enforcement agents. A group some view as Trump’s private army.
I began research during the week. More to do yesterday and then write the article. It never happened. I got out of my desk chair to get something and my back went out. An every 5-6 year experience. Back just goes. Killer spasms.
So much for any further research or writing yesterday.
I rose early this morning to complete the ICE research and write the column. Even before writing this blog. I completed the research. Eight pages of it.
I decided I would write today’s blog at that point and leave the ICE column for this afternoon. In searching internet for information suitable for the blog, an item on a history site garnered my attention.
On this day in 1918, Ernest Hemingway was a Red Cross driver on the Italian front. It was World War I. A mortar shell hit nearby. He received serious right leg and knee injuries. Kept him hospitalized for six months.
Hemingway fell in love with American nurse Agnes von Kurkowsky. The relationship formed the basis for A Farewell To Arms.
Part of Hemingway’s recovery found he and Agnes spending a week at the Grand Hotel des Iles Borromees in Stresa. On Lake Maggiore which separates Italy and Switzerland.
I have visited Stresa and Lake Maggiore several times. Enjoyed drinks each visit at the Grand Hotel. A huge magnificent structure from days gone by.
I made appropriate inquiries and was shown the bar room where Ernest and Agnes imbibed. A small room in the back of the first floor with one window overlooking gardens. No longer a bar. Today, a storage room.
In August 2015, I wrote what I considered a short but interesting rendition of the Ernest/Agnes relationship. It ended when Agnes sent him a Dear John letter following his return to the U.S.
Many years later after Ernest had departed Key West for Cuba, Agnes moved to Key West. Worked as a librarian for years. The two never met during any of Hemingway’s infrequent visits.
The 2015 column contains the Ernest/Agnes story from beginning to end. Covering a span of almost 40 years.
I was moved when I reread the 2015 column. I decided to rerun it next week as my KONK column and hold my notes concerning ICE for another time. Love always more interesting than pain and suffering.
Hemingway’s First Love hits the stands Wednesday.
Happy Birthday! continued into last night. Dinner with Lisa and the family. Loved it!
Robert and Ally are betting big. Fourteen and thirteen respectively. Young adults. Ally still enjoys the experience of singing Happy Birthday and watching the candles being blown out.
At 83, I only get one candle. Eighty three plus one would probably blow my heart out as I tried to blow the candles out.
I blew my diet. Per request, Lisa made a white cake with chocolate frosting. Two big pieces. Loved it!
My back pain was tempered. Had taken 3 Advil. Still sore. Tolerable, however.
Following Lisa’s headed over to the Chart Room. Kevin back in town. Arrived yesterday at 5. Two gins with Kevin and my back felt even better. Enjoyed our conversation.
Sleep came easy because of the Advil and gin. No pain till I got out of bed this morning. Three more Advil.
A stormy morning. It has been raining for at least an hour. Heavy. Exceptionally loud thunder and lightening. The lightening periodically coming through the blinds.
Enjoy your Sunday!