Ray Bradbury is dead

So, at long last, Ray Bradbury has died. He's one of my all-time favorite authors, so I thought it warranted a mention here. I think it's spectacular and fascinating that he has lived up until now; this is a man who started his career writing about Martians. He was eighteen when the radio drama War of the Worlds was broadcast. He saw the rise and fall of the US Space Program. Many others live long lives, of course, but this man wrote science fiction - and I find something beautiful in that. He lived his life trying to see into the future, and he lived long enough to see where he was wrong, and where he was right, more than three-quarters a century worth of future. Rest in peace, Mr. Bradbury.