So we've been lighting our Hanukkah (Channukah? Hannukah?) candles every night and buying a lot of Christmas (there, I said it!) gifts online that we're trying and failing to hide from each other (there's no blessed privacy anymore, is there?) and sending out bunches of Christmas (there, I said it again!) cards, and it's dawned on both of us that we should be sending them to so many more of you.
Let's face it, a writer can't really think of himself (or herself) as a writer unless there's somebody out there in in the vast commercial cosmos who wants to read your stuff and is moreover willing to shell out a little coin of the realm for the privilege. Or at the very least bug the local library to put those books in stock on the communal library shelves.
So thank you all. And for those many of you who will not be getting a Christmas card from us in the mail, let's just say it's the Post Office's fault (they are such an easy target, n'est ce pas?) and they somehow lost yours or perhaps the pretty Christmas "forever stamp" with the perky and regal red Cardinal (the bird one, not the Roman Catholic variety) and pristine snow drifts that never go all gray and sludge-y and the pine cones and brightly lit candles and the pretty red silk ribbon with gold trim (jeez, this is starting to sound like one of those so-sweet-you-could-choke-on-it Jackie Lawson e-cards, isn't it?) fell off because of defective glue...
How many of you remembered where that last sentence started?

But the point is this: if you didn't get yours, for whatever reason, here's what it looked like:

And this is what it said inside:

A lot of us are going to be glad to see this year go (one racing friend noted that the most useless gift he got last Christmas was a 2020 day planner!) but there's still an awful lot to be thankful for and the new year appears to have a patina of hope, relief, patience and renewal on it. Wishing you all the very, very best, thank you for your friendship and support and we look forward to seeing you all face-to-face again in the not-too-distant future!

One more thing Dept:
Got a LOT of enthusiastic positive feedback on the Denise McCluggage piece (she deserves it) and it's fulfilling and maybe even more than that when you share the memory of someone special. Like somehow, across whatever that void is that none of us will know about until we make it across ourselves, those souls or shades or spirits or whatever can actually feel the glow of being fondly and respectfully remembered.
I sure hope so.
On a lighter note, I finally found the picture I dearly wanted to include with the story (it was in my old "travelling" laptop) and so here it is. It's Denise exactly as I first saw her, as a smooth-cheeked kid on the dull, spectator side of the fences at Meadowdale, smoothly and serenely hustling the living shit out of the same, electric-blue Ferrari 250 SWB Berlinetta she drove on the street and parked wherever in New York City.

Second last thing dept (small type way down at the bottom):
We've been getting a lot of book and audiobook orders for the holidays (thankyouthankyouthankyou) but Media Mail, though cheap, is pretty damn slow these days. Slug-like, in fact. So, just between us, as of today I'm shipping all book/audiobook orders received through our website between this very minute and Monday night, Dec. 21, via PRIORITY MAIL at no additional cost.
Such a deal.

After the Holidays

Catch the latest poop & pictures, the Jay Leno interview, Last Open Road swag & highly inappropriate attire from Finzio's Store and the lurid & occasionally embarrassing "ride with Burt" in-car racing videos on the hopefully now fully operational website at: