19 Monday Aug 2013
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Ernest Hemingway kicking a beer can near his home in
Ketchum, Idaho.
That's it. Just Ernest kicking a beer can. Which
somehow seems enough.
😀
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You know when I saw that photo I said to myself "You know, you've never kicked a beer can." :pMaybe one day I can get down to Ketchum and kick a beer can in my own right.
I hope he was careful, it looks slippery there 😛
It does, Darko. I'll have to remember that when I go down there to kick my own beer can. :p:D
I never kick beer cans. You get 25 cents for them here. 😀 Think my favourite picture of an author is that of W. S. Burroughs with his gun.
@ Aadil. I didn't remember that line. Of course when a group like Queen says "kickin your can" they might be speaking metaphorically. :p
Hey, it wouldn't hurt to kick one beer can every once in a while, would it? Think of it as cheap entertainment! :pOriginally posted by Pineas2:
I remember that photo I think, is it the one with the huge revolver?
Originally posted by edwardpiercy:
Have you listened to the lyrics of Bohemian Rhapsody? I doubt there was a single phrase in that track that was intended in any way other than metaphorically! 😆
He looks like a Finnish dunkard on his way home from the local speakeasy after a night of moonshine and a game of "Jorka". Jorka is a special Finnish game where they stand in a circle and one of them throws a knife. The one that gets the knife in the knee is Jorka. Sorry, Scandinavian homour can be harsh.I definitely think you should be kicking a beer can. It's one of those things that's gotta be an item on any man's bucket list. Speaking of kicking.
Hemingway would probably have fit in quite well in Scandinavia. Going fishing, drinking, singing, drinking, fondling with firearms and knifes, drinking, going fishing, brawling, drinking, brawling then go fishing with the opponent, drinking, feeling really sad and depressed because of the fight and the drinking, drinking to fell better, going fishing. Yeah, the trivial routines of living in the North.
Originally posted by qlue:
Duly noted! 😀
Originally posted by Aqualion:
Well with Hemingway there might have been a fair chance that he HAD been playing Jorka. He liked all that crazy machismo stuff. :pI will kick the beer can someday. Eventually. :up:
I think it's time for me to chill out and kick a can or 12.Something I haven't done in many decades… my loss.Wonderful story and picture!!
Yep, the photo with that old Colt. Think it's not the revolver he used to shot his wife. Wasn't this an Enfield?
:up: nice one!
Originally posted by Aqualion:
I remember reading too once that he liked aquavit. :up:
Originally posted by dirkdecker:
Thanks!:D
Originally posted by Pineas2:
I don't remember, Pineas. That happened in Mexico I think. So it probably wasn't his own gun anyway.
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