speaking of my brother...

When he was barely not a minor anymore, 1982, he and his buddies went to the very first US Festival ( http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/US_Festival ). While he was there, he meandered into a tent where a science fiction author was speaking. He hung around because he knew I liked sci-fi. When the author was finished speaking, my brother went up and got his autograph for me. I don't know how he managed to hold on to it through the rest of the festival, but he did. He was very pleased with himself when he gave it to me and he had every right to be. It was so thoughtful of him and I was SO excited to get it too! Oh, the author? Ray Bradbury. Ray Bradbury died today, he was 91. That's a good life. I love his stories and have several of his books in my 'library'.