One True Sentence

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Jim flew us to St. Augustine so he could check on a construction project. The drone of the single engine plane was filling the air with palpable noise and vibrating the magazine I was reading. It contained an article about Ernest Hemingway, which claimed Americans liked him because he portrayed life as it was, not as he wanted it to be. When we finally landed, I was happy to be out of the small cockpit and even happier to have a couple of hours to myself. I walked around the historically...