Don’t change a damn thing. Seriously, people need to come to grips with history.
Hemingway was a good friend of my great grandfather who owned a small Ford dealership in Hortons Bay, in northern Michigan.
On Hemingway's many trips to northern Michigan, he would stop at my great grandfather's dealership and sit on the porch and talk cars........
As a side story, my uncle Don, following his discharge from the Army Air Corps in the 1950's, ran a charter boat in Cuba and he ran into Hemingway in one of the bars. Topic turned to Michigan and Hemingway's connections to the north, it was revealed that he was a friend of my uncle's grandfather.......
Well, there’s always Margo.
LEAVE HER ALONE!