When I was a juvenile newspaper reporter in Chicago with tiny vacations and little money, I went to Michigan’s Upper Peninsula to fish in the Great Two-Hearted River, made famed by Ernest Hemingway’s tiny story of the same name.
Growing up in Chicago, near Hemingway’s birthplace in suburban Oak Park, I read his stories about Nick Adams, who fished and hunted in northern Michigan, as stories about a hometown boy I might have known and might have been.
