I was traveling yesterday, returning from ten days away from the white noise of the so-called Real World, so I didn't get to note a very auspicious day: the birthday of the late, truly great, Ray Bradbury. I could sing Ray B's praises anew here, but instead I'll simply link you to this earlier post where I make it clear why Bradbury was, and remains, a writer whose work will always echo through my life and heart.
Happy Birthday, Ray—wherever in this miraculous universe you are!
I must have been so surreal for you when you realized those stories he wrote that took place in small town Illinois WEREN'T Science Fiction.
ReplyDeleteI'm just kidding, I know you still think those were all uncollected part of the Martian Chronicles.
Jack
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Wait. Illinois is REAL?
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