Ray was one of the first authors I read as a lad and his stories of old Mars, of firemen that burned books, of electronic grandmothers, of Halloween trees, of dandelion wine and boys' summers, of dinosaurs and dwarfs and skeletons and illustrated men, of lightning rods and the dark carnivals of October with the air bitter with the armoma of burning leaves...thrilled me and opened up wonders and vistas of imagination.
My first weak attempts at writing in middle school were Bradbury pastiches.
For years I've slowly sculpted a thank you letter to Mr. Bradbury and yet it never seemed quite done, and now (again) I learn the painful lessons of delaying too late.
May he sail the soft whispering sands of Mars where ancient Martian cities brood in light and shadow and then sit back on the porch swing, sipping fresh lemonade and nodding at passing neighbors enjoying all summer in a day.
Respectfully, Dr. Bob
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It's a Stan Freberg ad...he was big for those things in the 1960s...they may even have been collected in video releases. (I'm pretty sure it's Freberg's voice doing the narration.) I think the commercial came after Clarke's / Kubrick's "2001" (1968) because they used that date...
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