A story about Ray Bradbury
I met Bradbury in college. A friend of his donated a large collection of Bradbury’s writings to the university I was attending and Bradbury came to speak. The bookstore was cleaned out of his books, so I took my old dogeared paperback of “Dandelion Wine” (my favorite of all of his books), showed up early to be the first in line, sat in the front row on the aisle and got to be one of the first people to get his autograph. My roommate was a photographer for the school paper and he got a picture of me with Bradbury. I still have the book and the photo 25 years later.
