Ray Bradbury, the master of science fiction, died this Tuesday in Southern California ( New York Times obituary here ). In the December 2008 issue, John Wilson recalled the moment he met Bradbury . They shared a love for walking:
I remember—decades ago, while I was working at Vroman’s Bookstore in Pasadena—Ray Bradbury, a bright-eyed imp of a man, came to the store to do a book-signing. I knew he was a non-driver, and I’d seen him from a distance a few times in Los Angeles, but this was the first time we had met. While we were chatting before the event began, I mentioned that I too was a walker. Bradbury exclaimed in delight and threw his arms around me.
May he rest in peace.
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