Hemingway rewrites ‘Don’t Stop Believin’
A life and death journey of belief that really sings…
She was from a small town in the country up in Michigan. It was good country but her life had been lonely there or at least it had seemed that way to her. And so she had decided to change it by going somewhere else. It can be a problem to mistake motion for progress but she did not know that then. She knew that she believed and maybe belief was what she had instead of God.
When she got to the station she bought a ticket on the train that would leave at midnight. It was the midnight train. It would be the end of the day but the start of a long night. She did not know where the train was going and she did not care, either. To her, it could have been anywhere.
There was someone else, only she did not know that then.
Whether you know it or not, there is almost always someone else.
He was a young man, a boy, really, who was, like the girl, also from Michigan but he was from the southern side of the biggest city in the state of Michigan. They called it Detroit or sometimes Motor City but that did not make much sense to the boy because they did not build so…
