A great writer has left the scene. It’s difficult to pick a favorite book. I suppose I would choose “Something Wicked This Way Comes“. Bradbury expertly captures the spirit of 12-year-old boys, just beginning to see the world as it is. Old enough to understand what they see, young enough to be free of the blindness asks adopt so they can avoid seeing the world as it is.
To this day, nearly a half-century later, I think of Ray Bradbury whenever I see autumn leaves blown down the street by the winds of October.