I Learned We Lost Ray Bradbury

Too late to fix another drink, the lights are going out.  I’ll just listen to the darkness sing, yeah I know what that’s about.
                                     Leonard Cohen

And this morning I learned we lost Ray Bradbury.

In the pantheon of my young years, where science fiction writers were gods (note small g) who lived across the sea in an inaccessible land called America, three reigned supreme: Heinlein, Ray Bradbury, and Clifford Simak.  (Yes, I know I’m weird.)