As you have probably heard, we lost speculative fiction giant Ray Bradbury last week. You can read tons of very nice, touching thoughts on what he did for science fiction around the internet.
Of all the giants, he was the one who I felt I knew the best. Not because I read more of his stuff than anyone else. Not because a story of his touched me deeper than anyone else’s (though All Summer in a Day tends to make me cry).
You see, I am Ray Bradbury’s bastard child. And so are you.