In the summer of 1950, I was in college and had to write a term paper about Ernest Hemingway. I went to my professor and told him that maybe I should go visit Ernest Hemingway and hear his side... "Are you crazy? You'll never get within a mile of him. Why would he see you, a nobody?" I was surprised. I thought they would really find it interesting. In a nutshell, the next day, I was out on the highway, thumbing rides to New York. I stayed three days down at Key West, over to Havana for the visit, and back home. Thank you, Mr. Hemingway, for the champagne, for all the grades, for a memory of a lifetime. I wanted to be a friend. When you get a lemon, you gotta make lemonade. William R. Demastus 1