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Adrenaline Soup

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How many times can you tempt death before fear eats you up? Depends how much you need the money. In over his head again and again, hanging above a death fall from an ice cliff in a blinding New England blizzard, or trying to stand steady on the wing of an airplane 2000 feet above the Pacific Ocean, or looking down at the surging water from the cliffs at Acapulco, or from the top of the in-run above a backcountry ski jump, in Adrenaline Soup, Craig Vetter's ability to put his fear into the readers' bones is what brought Dick Schaap to call him "The George Plimpton of death sports." These stories will make you shiver while you sit in the hot summer sun. ABOUT THE AUTHORCraig Vetter grew up in Palo Alto, California. He attended a Jesuit high school and the Jesuit University of San Francisco where he developed and angry atheism for which the Jesuit fathers should be justly proud. He worked on the editorial staffs at Sunset, Playboy, and Outside magazines, and has freelanced for over 25 years.

Surviving Hunter S. Thompson

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Hunter S. Thompson up, down, sideways. It was a friendship that began on a Caribbean island when Hunter S. Thompson and journalist Craig Vetter hammered out the Playboy interview in 1974. In this vividly remembered memoir, Craig Vetter explores a deep friendship with the man who cut a blistering swath across American journalism.

The Gospel According to Shaggy

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If you are now or in the past been a pet owner, then you know a little about this book. Shaggy was a rescue dog. When we adopted him, he was about a year old, fully house broken and ready to go. It was during one of his many, many walks that I not

All My Love, Samples Later: My Mother, My Father, and Our Family That Almost Was. A Story of Life and War.

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A MOVING TRUE STORY OF WORLD WAR II, WITH A NEW POSTSCRIPT FROM THE AUTHOR ABOUT THE ATTACK ON PEARL HARBOR, AS DESCRIBED IN HIS FATHER'S NOW-RECOVERED JOURNAL. Peter Simmons never knew his father. Just weeks before Simmons turned three-and a few months before the end of World War II-his father was blown from the fantail of a destroyer into the waters off Okinawa. Eventually, Peter lost even the name they shared: When he was six, his mother remarried and Peter Simmons became Craig Vetter, the adopted son of a man who would never be able to compete with a dead hero. The wartime death cast a long shadow over the Vetter family-alcoholism, divorce, and deep sadness marked his mother's life. The shadow touched Vetter, too. His father remained a lost, unknown presence, made only slightly real by a Bronze Star and a series of photographs. Finally, decades later, Vetter sat down with his father's journal and the letters his parents had exchanged between 1940 and 1945 and began to learn the true tale of his family. Robert and Winifred Simmons spent a total of eight months together in the four years they were married. Their love story played out in hundreds of letters that crossed the Pacific-vivid accounts from Pearl Harbor, the Philippines, and the series of destroyers on which Robert was stationed, as well as spirited reports from California, where Winnie gamely dealt with gas rations and blackout drills and endured two lonely pregnancies without her husband. Through these pages, Vetter finally got to know his father. Robert was headstrong, playful, romantic, and a born writer-traits handed down to his son. Vetter also got a deeper appreciation of his strong and private mother, who was every bit the hero Robert was. His parents' letters are filled with hope and yearning for the life they'll share once the war is over. But their story wouldn't end that way. "Mom said that she took us to the duck pond to tell us that Robert was dead," Vetter writes. "We'd been there often
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