by Rod Drake
Ernest Hemingway arrived early at the bullfighting ring in Barcelona. Groundskeepers were still raking the dirt in the ring to be more even; others hung various pennants and flags around the corrida del toros while a third group of Spanish peasants packed small bags with peanuts to sell. The crowd of spectators was not here yet, but Dos Passos and Fitzgerald should be along soon, Hemingway thought. The sun was warm on this early autumn day in 1927. Bored, Hemingway took out his Apple iPhone and looked for missing calls, none, and then scrolled through Twitter, also nothing, and finally opened Google to check out news on the Internet. At that point, Hemingway realized that the cellphone wouldn't exist for another 80 years, and then it quickly faded from his hand.
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Rod Drake hangs his fedora in the Neon City known as Las Vegas.