“Immolation of someone else's diary was not how I had planned to start my day " it was a mean grey old morning, but I didn't know then that was what to call it …” From surveillance of a yellow convertible in South Carolina to conversation with a streetwalker on Sunset Boulevard to a visit to Hemingway's grave in Idaho, the writer builds a mural of life in the last half of the twentieth century.
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