When we visited Ketchum, Idaho I learned Hemingway visited there to fish, hunt and escape publicity. He made good friends and in ’59 moved there with his wife Mary. He’s buried next to Mary and two sons, and near other family and friends. I found it touching that this mythic writer, winner of the Nobel Prize, who I’d been reading since Old Man and the Sea in junior high, would have a gravestone as clean and unadorned as his sentences. Minus a couple of bourbon bottles.