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Sonoma Raceway, a parade lap of vintage racers, and a bare-knuckle red special with no doors, no roof, and the engine sitting right out where the paddock could see it. I couldn't name half these cars if you held a spanner to my head — sometimes that's enough. New video on the blog: https://t.co/vENmxzErmA

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Up Ahead. A man searches for love across London, New York, Paris, and Sausalito. Here's the chorus.
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Autumn maintenance

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Counting to a Hundred
Leo and Fritz grow up in the same Munich street in the 1920s, eating at each other’s tables and playing hide-and-seek in a back room that never quite shuts. When the war comes, one of them is Jewish and the other puts on a uniform. A knock at a kitchen door in 1942 ends the friendship, and neither learns what the other did next. In 2010, an old man in a Vienna care home receives a letter from Germany, and cannot bring himself to open it.

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Two cars, two owners, two stories.

At a California car show, I stopped to talk with Bob, whose one-of-a-kind chopped 1935 Studebaker was built in Louisiana and finished in Mississippi, and with Rick Campbell, who bought his red Ford F-100 ready-made because he doesn’t have the room to build one at home.

Both interviews are on the blog, in their own words:
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No Kings, No Crowns https://t.co/0UuaBd2i0Q

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Over the Creek
Golf lets you forget everything else for a few hours... maybe not everything.

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Anyone You Tell

Everyone on Sunnyvale Avenue knows about old Mr. Trist. The wife he murdered. The money he stole. The things he’s supposed to have done in prison. The grown-ups nod at him from a distance and never say a word, and the kids don’t go near the house.

But it’s Halloween, and Benny and Rickey are thirteen. It’s their last year of trick-or-treating, and Rickey wants a night they’ll never forget.

They only have to knock. What could go wrong?

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Millionaire, Billionaire, Trillionaire

Is Dr. Harold Hogge funny? We have asked ourselves this many times, usually around 2 A.M., and never reached a satisfying answer.

What we can tell you is that he began this book in the 1990s, when the references were fresh, and the jokes were timely. He has since taken so long to finish it that several of the people he mocks have retired, died, or very nearly become trillionaires. By the time you read this, a joke may have gone stale, been repaired, and gone stale again.

So here is the question, dear reader. Is a funny book still funny if the author needed thirty years to deliver it? Or is every joke now redundant, already told by someone else, on television, for free?

We don’t know. Dr. Hogge insists it’s funny. He also insists he’s a doctor.

Proceed at your own risk.

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Ancient Light

Max is an outlaw space hound hiding in the catacombs of Underhaven when his old comrade Dax the Gunner tracks him down with a job. Hadeon, the scholar who cheated them years ago, has found ancient-light diamonds, the stuff the walls of the legendary Lumen are made of, and one of them can raise the dead. Hadeon is recruiting every rogue in the sky for a crusade to take the walls back from the Pilgrims who stole them. Max signs on, though he trusts Hadeon about as far as he can throw him.

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The Lemon Tree

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Manteca Car Show

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Children’s Stories
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Father and Son https://t.co/QfiPTeZvFb

The story follows an old man who mysteriously travels back to 1955 and encounters a young boy—who turns out to be his father as a child. The boy is staring at a large brick house, lost in thought, when the old man approaches. Their interaction is surreal, almost dreamlike, with the boy speaking cryptically and the old man aging rapidly as they sit together.

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To Whom It May Concern https://t.co/1ceERwgh04

Who are you? Why are you? What are you?

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A Chapter Left Out
London, winter, the early 1880s. A steamship pulls from the docks. On the top deck a thickset man in oilskin and bowler stands at the rail, one gloved hand on the iron, and watches the East End slide into coal-smoke and snow. He has already been several men. He will invent more.This is the story of a writer who could not stop rewriting himself: editor, braggart, friend of Wilde and Shaw, lover, liar, exile. He rose by force of talk and appetite, wrecked rooms and reputations, and left behind a city that had received him once. The last image is not triumph. It is the river going pewter-grey, wet snow across the deck, and a man who has outlived the version of himself that London would still believe.Atmospheric, unsparing, and built toward that single departure — a portrait of ambition after the applause has stopped.

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