One of my heroes passed away today. Though I did not know Ray Bradbury personally, I met him several times at writers' events in LA (see geeky photo of me with Ray). His words and his actions (he was a writer up to the end) have inspired me through life. I can say without question that Ray was one of the reasons I became a writer.
One of my favorite stories that he told about himself was how, when he became the father of a young child, he found it difficult to write at home. But he learned that he could rent a typewriter at the typing lab at UCLA (beneath the library) for ten cents an hour. And that's where he wrote Fahrenheit 451. Rest in peace, Ray Bradbury. Your life will be celebrated forever through time and space.
Ron Wilkerson with Ray Bradbury at a LA Writer Event