"Oh, does this one take me back. it must have been early '59 or late '58 when Hemingway and I took one out that looked like the spitting image of this one.
There was no better way to spend the better part of an afternoon than with the old man and the sea. We had finished a moveable feast for breakfast. We argued over whether to have or have not a few more mojitos or head straight to the islands in the stream. The mojitos won out, but the afternoon was young.
I had to stop and answer…"
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