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It's Friday the 13th here in Auckland, New Zealand, but I'm viewing 13 as my lucky number these days. Fortunately, my writer friend Marco Mannone drove me from my rental in Del Mar, San Diego, and was conversationally brilliant company as he navigated me into LAX with no problems. It was a long day, a brutally long flight. I gave up my apartment, and once again I'm a child of the wind, with only my laptop and luggage in tow.
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