RDB
Yesterday, while Venus made her last transit of Sol in this century, Ray Bradbury made his transit from Terra after nearly a century of writing and championing books.
Among many other works and projects, he wrote the Martian Chronicles. I was nine, he was an ancient 29, and I wanted to write just like him.
Fahrenheit 451 is the truly scary temperature at which books burn. Dandelion Wine became my favorite drink. The Illustrated Man is the anthology on which I patterned a graduate dissertation. I never missed a segment of Ray Bradbury Theater.
RDB, the hero of books and libraries, is my hero.