Come on, publishers and agents: You don’t want to lose out on this one. (Pssst: Frankfurt Book Fair…)
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From the first post:
My earliest car memories involve sliding around on the bench seat of my Uncle John Barnes’ late-’50s hunk of classic four-door Detroit, on one of the many visits we made to Hamilton with my widowed mother to visit her sister, John’s wife.
He was always my favorite uncle, patient and unusually kind, for reasons that would become clear to me later.
(He was, in fact, my grandfather, but that’s a whole other story.)
I had that memory vividly revived years later in Havana, driving around the city with musician Guillermo Barreto in his beautifully preserved ’56 Chevy, which actually smelled like Uncle John’s car, the tobacco smoke curing the leather upholstery in the humid Cuban air just as it had in my uncle/grandfather’s car many miles north in the heart of Canada’s rust belt…
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