When was the last time you cried, and what was it over ?

I selected relationship, because that was the option that came close. I cried yesterday when I learned of the death of science fiction writer, Ray Bradbury. He will be missed.

In the 1950s William Gaines, the owner, editor and primary plotter for EC Comics, had a habit of borrowing the plots from science fiction and horror writers whose work he enjoyed. In total, twenty-seven of Bradbury's stories were adapted by EC Comics.

“They stole the stories! I caught them at it!” Bradbury recalled with a smile. “I trapped them and they started to pay me and the adaptations came out very well. The illustrations were beautiful. I am very proud of my association with that comic magazine.”

That is the story I recall whenever I think about Ray Bradbury. I also remember that during the height of McCarthyism, a period not unlike the one we live in now, Ray Bradbury wrote Fahrenheit 451. As a result, he had a hard time finding someone willing to publish what many consider to be his most important book.

Lovers of Stephen King should read “Something Wicked This Way Comes.” I sincerely believe it was this book that helped Stephen King find his own voice.

“Death doesn't exist. It never did, it never will. But we've drawn so many pictures of it, so many years, trying to pin it down, comprehend it, we've got to thinking of it as an entity, strangely alive and greedy. All it is, however, is a stopped watch, a loss, an end, a darkness. Nothing.”

― Ray Bradbury, Something Wicked This Way Comes

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