Hemingway and I I don't want to reinvent myself, I would, however, like to go back to the days before domestic demands I had to work hard to support a family of children not mine, sometimes I sat in the garage looked at the car, wondered if I should run away. Once, my mates and I climbed tree I told them I should be a writer; now that I'm old I have a chance, but too much innocence has run into silt, I will never be a Heming way of letters.