Martha Gellhorn: I Find Her Extraordinarily Sexy Smart. Please Watch The Video Tribute!

“The Best Wife” Any Intelligent Man Could Dream of Or Desire, Or Even Wish For. And Then Fuk It All Up–I Can Certainly Relate.

And Y’all Know I Am A Sucker For A Good-Lookin’ Broad With Brains…

Martha was the best of ALL The Rest

Martha on Ernest:

“He was about as useful as a stuffed squirrel.”

Cred for Vid: Biographics

https://www.townandcountrymag.com/society/tradition/a22109842/martha-gellhorn-career-ernest-hemingway/

Martha and Hem:

She was here,” I want to shout. “And she was extraordinary.”

–Hem

https://www.townandcountrymag.com/society/tradition/a22109842/martha-gellhorn-career-ernest-hemingway/

Had To—Sorry Y’all: I Love Cuba / Cubana / Cuban Women—This Is Just Yet Another Tease (‘Wonton ‘a-Meri-ca’) edit; yeah, this Is, Errr… Was… Timely When I First Wrote It.

Lucy Ricardo and Ricky Ricardo perform Cuban Pete

Cred For Vid: Lucy Ricardo

******

Had to Write This

Mainly because of the girls.

Which ones?

The Cuban ones!

Duh!

Well, that kinda narrows it down some.

***

For A Post I have Bouncing About in My Head.

Working Title:

“Wonton America.”

All Americans are “Want-Ones’

(You Have Probably Already Figured Out Why This Is Timely And Apropos)

Playing For Change

Street Cred for Vid:  ‘Playing For Change

https://www.playingforchange.com/

The you?

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The young Girl Singing… Broke my already broken Heart.

Will work for Beer!

Oh Drear!
Or Dear!
Oh Drat!

Damn Cat!

Diana Fuentes

*****

(Yeah. I know The Musical Selection is Miss-Matched.

And the Language is ALL Wrong!

But it Suits My Purpose)

So There!

Guantanamera – The Sandpipers

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And word to Some Wise:

Don’t Go THERE.

I will hurt Your Feelings

******

Yeah.

It is Gonna Be About

All The Years I Spent In

South-East Asia.

DUH!

And About LOVING & Cherishing  

All The People I had the Honour To Know There….

****

Stay Tuned.

Don’t Change That Dial!

****

P.S., I LOVE MY LIFE!

*****

Pee Pee Esss:

I have been to Cuba only Once.

(And I didn’t even manage to get off my ship)

Pretty Sure Next Time I Get To Go…

I’ll Be Arriving

At

Guantanamo!

(That’s Me: Second Guy On The Bottom Left)

Related:

To Cuba

“Juan?”

“C’est moi!”

I love Cuba!

Havana Na Na Na

Long Version:

Short Version:

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Since I Seem To Still Be On A Carribean / South American Woman Kick:

“Hips Don’t Lie”

Shakira! Shakira!

*****

Yeah, I Am Drunk Outta My Mind. Please Find It In Your Heart To Forgive Me. “Hips Do Not Lie-Trust Me On This One Kids.. I Love Cuba / Cubanas / Cuban Wimens–

I Have ‘Known’ a Round Number of Them. One Thing I Have Learned About Cuban-istas: They LOVE Their Country! Almost as Much I Love Mine TEXAS!

This Is Just Yet Another Tease

(‘Wonton ‘A-Meri-Ca’)

Edit;

Yeah,

This Is,

Errr…

Was…

Never mind.

Timely When I First Wrote It. Figger it out.

And I Do Apologize for The Wonky Formatting:

WP is Still Fuckin’ With Me

Lucy Ricardo and Ricky Ricardo perform Cuban Pete

Cred For Vid: Lucy Ricardo

******

Had to Write This

Mainly because of the girls.

Which ones?

The Cuban ones!

Duh!

Well, that kinda narrows it down some.

***

For A Post I have Bouncing About in My Head.

Working Title:

“Wonton America.”

All Americans are “Want-Ones’

You Have Probably Already Figured Out By Now

Why This Is Timely, Poignant,

And Apropos.

If No

Oh No!

Street Cred for Vid:  ‘Playing For Change

The you?

****

The young Girl Singing…

Broke my already broken Heart.

Will I Work for Beer!

Yes!

Hell Yes!

Oh Drear!
Or Dear!
Oh Drat!

Damn Cat!

Diana Fuentes

I am ‘in lust’ with her

*****

Yeah. I know The Musical Selection is Miss-Matched.

And the Language is ALL Wrong!

But it Suits My Purpose)

So There!

Guantanamera – The Sandpipers

****

And word to Some Wise:

Don’t Go THERE.

I will hurt Your Feelings

******

Yeah.

It is Gonna Be About

All The Years I Spent In

South-East Asia.

DUH!

And About LOVING & Cherishing  

All The People I had the Honour To Know There….

****

Stay Tuned.

Don’t Change That Dial!

****

P.S., I LOVE MY LIFE!

*****

Pee Pee Esss:

I have been to Cuba only Once.

(And I didn’t even manage to get off my ship)

I gazed at the port longingly–Hemingway invading my Head.

Pretty Sure Next Time I Get To Go…

I’ll Be Arriving

At

Guantanamo!

(That’s Me: Second Guy On The Bottom Left)

Related:

To Cuba

“Juan?”

“C’est moi!”

I love Cuba!

Havana Na Na Na

Long Version:

Short Version:

“I Loved Him When I Left Him”

How Many Times Have I Heard These Words Purred Into

Mine Ear?

And From Many Different Women From All Over The World–Seemed to Me They Were All Working Off The Same Script

How?

Why?

How?

This was way Before Al Gore (And God) “Invented” The Internet

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Since I Seem To Still Be On A Carribean / South American Woman Kick:

“Hips Don’t Lie”

Shakira! Shakira!

I ‘worked’ in Iraq with a Man named “Jim”—Every day we started off our day watching this vid—Jim was a slut and also a good ‘family man’—-I Loved him–

He was my Best Friend

Hips Don’t Lie–Shakira

Actually, She from Columbia

A Place I Have Not Been.

Yet

*****

P.S., I need to work on my Spanish.

My French is still passing fair…

Lance is Repeating Hem-Self–First Sign of Old Age—Hem, Hem Hahaha! Y’all And, NO! I ain’t Hem! (I do aspire, however, with heady Aspirations) PAPA!

“The way into understanding him is through the relationships with women in his life.”

— Lynn Novick

“I can’t imagine how toxic it must have been to have been around him.”

-Ken  Burns.

“I can easily imagine it.”

Lance Marcom

“All you have to do is write one true sentence. Write the truest sentence that you know.”

–Hem

“I could only care about people a very few at a time.”

-Hem

“Wherever he was. Whatever he was doing. Alcohol fueled everything.”

–Ken Burns.

“I have drunk since I was fifteen and few things have given me more pleasure.”

–Hem

***

She shot very well this good, this rich bitch, this kindly caretaker and destroyer of his talent. Nonsense. He had destroyed his talent himself. Why should he blame this woman because she kept him well? He had destroyed his talent by not using it, by betrayals of himself and what he believed in, by drinking so much that he blunted the edge of his perceptions, by laziness, by sloth, and by snobbery, by pride and by prejudice, by hook and by crook.

What was this? A catalogue of old books? What was his talent anyway? It was a talent all right but instead of using it, he had traded on it. It was never what he had done, but always what he could do. And he had chosen to make his living with something else instead of a pen or a pencil.

It was strange, too, wasn’t it, that when he fell in love with another woman, that woman should always have more money than the last one? But when he no longer was in love, when he was only lying, as to this woman, now, who had the most money of all, who had all the money there was, who had had a husband and children, who had taken lovers and been dissatisfied with them, and who loved him dearly as a writer, as a man, as a companion and as a proud possession; it was strange that when he did not love her at all and was lying, that he should be able to give her more for her money than when he had really loved.

–“The Snows of Kilimanjaro”

***

It was now about three o‟clock in the morning and Francis Macomber,
who had been asleep a little while after he had stopped thinking about
the lion, wakened and then slept again, woke suddenly, frightened in a
dream of the bloody-headed lion standing over him, and listening while
his heart pounded, he realized that his wife was not in the other cot in
the tent. He lay awake with the knowledge of two hours.


At the end of that time his wife came into the tent, lifted her mosquito
bar and crawled cozily into bed.


“Where have you been?” Macomber asked in the darkness.
“Hello,” she said. “Are you awake?”
“Where have you been?”
“I just went out to get a breath of air.”
“You did, like hell.”
“What do you want me to say, darling?”
“Where have you been?”
“Out to get a breath of air.”
“That‟s a new name for it. You are a bitch.”
“Well, you‟re coward.”
“All right,” he said. “What of it?”

–“The Short Happy Life of Francis Macomber

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“I would rather have one honest enemy than most of the friends I have known.”

–Hem

https://www.pbs.org/kenburns/hemingway/women-and-gender

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I ADORE MADONNA!

(And I Ain’t Even Gay!)

Had To—Sorry Y’all: I Love Cuba / Cubano / Cuban Women—This Is Just Yet Another Tease (‘Wonton ‘a-Meri-ca’) Edit; Yeah, This Is, Errr… Was… Never mind.

Timely When I First Wrote It. Figger it out.

And I Do Apologize for The Wonky Formatting:

WP is Still Fuckin’ With Me

Lucy Ricardo and Ricky Ricardo perform Cuban Pete

Cred For Vid: Lucy Ricardo

******

Had to Write This

Mainly because of the girls.

Which ones?

The Cuban ones!

Duh!

Well, that kinda narrows it down some.

***

For A Post I have Bouncing About in My Head.

Working Title:

“Wonton America.”

All Americans are “Want-Ones’

(You Have Probably Already Figured Out Why This Is Timely And Apropos)

Street Cred for Vid:  ‘Playing For Change

The you?

****

The young Girl Singing… Broke my already broken Heart.

Will work for Beer!

Oh Drear!
Or Dear!
Oh Drat!

Damn Cat!

Diana Fuentes

*****

Yeah. I know The Musical Selection is Miss-Matched.

And the Language is ALL Wrong!

But it Suits My Purpose)

So There!

Guantanamera – The Sandpipers

****

And word to Some Wise:

Don’t Go THERE.

I will hurt Your Feelings

******

Yeah.

It is Gonna Be About

All The Years I Spent In

South-East Asia.

DUH!

And About LOVING & Cherishing  

All The People I had the Honour To Know There….

****

Stay Tuned.

Don’t Change That Dial!

****

P.S., I LOVE MY LIFE!

*****

Pee Pee Esss:

I have been to Cuba only Once.

(And I didn’t even manage to get off my ship)

I gazed at the port longingly–Hemingway invading my Head.

Pretty Sure Next Time I Get To Go…

I’ll Be Arriving

At

Guantanamo!

(That’s Me: Second Guy On The Bottom Left)

Related:

To Cuba

Hem

“Juan?”

“C’est moi!”

I love Cuba!

Havana Na Na Na

Long Version:

Short Version:

“I Loved Him When I Left Him”

How Many Times Have I Heard These Words Purred Into

Mine Ear?

And From Many Different Women From All Over The World–Seemed to Me They Were All Working Off The Same Script

How?

Why?

How?

This was way Before Al Gore “Invented” The Internet

********

Since I Seem To Still Be On A Carribean / South American Woman Kick:

“Hips Don’t Lie”

Shakira! Shakira!

I ‘worked’ in Iraq with a Man named “Jim”—Every day we started off our day watching this vid—Jim was a slut and also a good ‘family man’—-I Loved him

Hips Don’t Lie–Shakira

*****