you_and_ernest_hemingway__two fyn gula later, you ride the chair lift by yourself, and if it is fate, you are a believer. if it is coincedence, you are a fucking, lucky bastard, because there they are, the two of them, right in front of you, taking off down the black diamond, like gazelles. you don't even think. you take off right behind them and follow their trail. they the comet, you the tail. so close you see the whites of their eyes behind sunglasses when for a brief second they look behind. at the bottom, you are three on the return chair, and you mention the obvious, how excellent they ski, and they're blushing their gratitude, while you spontaneosly combust. and when you ask if they go to ringold and they act all, "like how did you know that?" you and hemingway have a way of seeing those things. 010308 what's it to you? who go blather from