He was the very first author that I loved.His stories of small town life were my favorite even more than the future stories.He opened my mind to the beauty of the written word.
“His stories of small town life were my favorite even more than the future stories.”
Did he write the story about the two small boys, bored on a summer day, who decided to go visit the “Time Machine”?
They walked a few blocks to a house with an old geezer sitting on the front porch.
“Hey, Mr. Jones, tell us about when you were a kid!”
It was either Bradbury or Heinlein, but I think Bradbury.
Great writers, both!
As a kid, I read every one of his books while sitting on branch high up in an old willow tree with the sights, sounds and smells of summer and autumn enveloping me.
It was my own personal Halloween tree where I greedily sipped his heady Dandelion Wine.
Those are some of the fondest memories of my youth.
It was because of “Something Wicked This Way Comes” that I chose a Harley Night Train, in honor of the charmingly sinister Mr Dark’s “Cooger & Dark’s Pandemonium Shadow Show”.
His magical tales of innocence lost and found are a permanent part of my very being.
I can say that of no other author.
Here’s hoping that Mr Bradbury is enjoying a ride on that miraculous merry-go-round, somewhere.