Sunday’s Sermon: “A Jury of Her Peers”

juryBelow find links to a classic short story by Susan Glaspell that will ask you to consider some important questions about law and literature, relationships, obligations, women and the law, responsibility.


Read “A Jury of Her Peers” here.

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Read about the story.

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For Hemingway fans

On the trail of F Scott Fitzgerald and Ernest Hemingway

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F Scott Fitzgerald and Ernest Hemingway first met in 1925; their story began in Paris, as did mine. Members of the so-called “Lost Generation” of the …
Ron Perlman to develop and star in Ernest Hemingway film in Cuba

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Ron Perlman was so inspired by life in Cuba while filming Sergio and Sergei there he is now working on a film about late writer Ernest Hemingway, …
Movie star Mariel Hemingway heads to San Antonio to talk about troubled family

mySanAntonio.com
Both her grandfather, writer Ernest Hemingway, and sister, model-actress Margaux Hemingway, took their own lives. The actress has spent the last …
Misericordia University hosts Hemingway exhibit, opening Oct. 22; daughter-in-law will be guest …

Wilkes Barre Times-Leader
Ernest Hemingway reads the front page of the Gazzettino Sera at the St. Mark’s newsstand in Venice in 1948. This will be one of the pictures on …

My old man

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An old SOB asked me to share a story he remembers from an afternoon we had spent at the Occidental. The story is told in my little book of short stories, REDNECK, the story is said to be true by my brother, and is one of my favourites. Here it is:

His older brother had told him a story about his father:

It was right before the big war. In Denver. The old man was a kind of contractor. He worked for himself. Built a lot of outdoor fireplace-barbecue pits for people who owned their own homes. Built them out of brick. Good ones too. He’d kept going all summer just building fireplaces. One guy would tell his friend while showing off his fireplace at a Sunday barbecue, “Yeah, got a good deal on this. Built by a private contractor. A real magician with bricks. Just tell him what you want and he builds it. Got to keep him supplied with Coors, but by God he does a good job for a reasonable price.”  Kept the old man going all summer.

But the union didn’t like this scab activity. The old man had never bothered to join the union. In fact, he was damned well against the union. Didn’t like FDR either, for some reason. He was sure that Wilkie would beat him, but he was never in tune with times. He bought an Edsel in 1954  right before he shot himself.

Anyway, the union started bugging the old man. Asked him to join. Pointed out that he was ruining the American economy. Helping to destroy the carefully worked out balance between jobs and wages. Several times the business agent found the old man at work and decided he was going to get his initiation money and dues or put him out of action.

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