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 The Once and Future King of Formula 1. Lewis. Nothing else matters.

 Hillary and Hopper. And Hamilton. Talk about strange bedfellows…

Lautrec, Lempicka, and Laird in about the right order. And maybe Turner too. But he’s got no  L’s and therefore doesn’t count. Today.

To be fair, they did let me promote my books to the handful of “friends” they allowed to see my posts. Good on them, what? The lovely redhead in pink is my wife Pat on our wedding day. The other place you can find her photo is when you look up the term “better half” in Roget’s Thesaurus.  

A Scottie looking down on some of my books. I don’t mind. Oh yeah. Also the Anglo-Saxon poem The Wanderer , which has been with me for 50 years now.

Dog, sunset, and most importantly, my great friend Patrick Prentice. He had a row of Emmys for his work at National Geographic. We were on the phone every day while he was dying of cancer, buoyantly, beautifully, and helping me more than I helped him. His middle name should have been, alliteratively and literally truly, “Prince.” He was that among men, and I’ve known damn few of them .

What more could you ask? Beautiful sunset, beautiful companions, beautiful woman. And by gar, she still is, even in her seventies.

I have a habit of making predictions. I’m very often right. This time, fortunately, I was wrong. Didn’t die in 2018. “More’s the pity,” some will say. Can’t say that I blame you.

 Forget my tombstone. Is Hillery funny? Time and Newsweek worried about that question years ago. Is life really this simple? Yes.

I mostly don’t like Scandinavian automotive things like Volvos and Saabs. But I do like — no, make that love — Koni shock absorbers. Unlike everything else Swedish or Norwegian or Finnish, they’re bright red. And they’re the very best in the whole world of shock absorbers. Go ahead and get some.

  They tease, but they want to charge you money to get a hard copy of your own stuff. This time they want in the neighborhood of $200. I do like what their soulless algorithm has assembled this time. I also like that they showed me, screen by screen, nearly 40 percent of what they’re trying to sell me. Equally, I am interested that my “Most Liked Pictures” include but don’t feature politics and focus more on real life. Dogs, cats, my daughter, my wife, and even an apple pie. A goodly sample of my own books as well. Representative excerpts of my humor too. More self-deprecating than many of my critics might expect. So please enjoy the 130+ pages I’ve absconded with, and don’t tell anybody what I did.