What can YOU say in six sentences?
Seemed like that Illinois town he was always writing about was my hometown. I recognized it, the dandelion construct behind the bat-winged grandmothers and the malignant winds and the things stored in jars in dusty old sheds and the black water running down there in the cistern. Long past midnight, I could hear the carnival staking up tents in the darkness on the edge of town. More than the special place he held in his heart for Halloween, more than his extrapolations on Martian civilization and the secrets hidden in their canals, more than the silvery ships and illustrated men, I felt that small town nostalgia in his stories, an America that was dreaming at dusk. I hope they were there to meet him, all the citizens of the October Country. I hope they're telling stories, and saving a place for me.
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Comment by Jadie Jones on July 24, 2012 at 3:12pm This one pulls at the soul. Well done!!
Comment by Anshuman Singh on June 8, 2012 at 12:51am Fantabulous Bill.
Comment by Mike Handley on June 7, 2012 at 5:57pm Well voiced, Bill.
Beautiful, thoughtful, truly literary tribute.
Comment by Robert Morschel on June 6, 2012 at 5:58pm I grew up on the likes of Ray Bradbury. A fitting Epitaph, and hopefully "Nothing Wicked This Way Comes".
Such a sad loss. Gorgeous tribute.
Comment by Bill Floyd on June 6, 2012 at 4:55pm Thanks, Robert. I encourage all RB fans to check out the link in the comment below.
Comment by Robert McEvily on June 6, 2012 at 4:48pm Bill, I think you'll enjoy this.
Comment by Paul de Denus on June 6, 2012 at 2:22pm "Something Wicked This Way Comes" ran through my younger years- opened me up to Bloch and Matheson. You've done him fine service with your words here.
I loved "Dandelion Wine."
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