Ray Bradbury died this morning at the age of 91. I had the pleasure of teaching Fahrenheit 451 last year and this passage from the end of the book came to mind when I read the news:
“Everyone must leave something behind when he dies, my grandfather said. A child or a book or a painting or a house or a wall built or a pair of shoes made. Or a garden planted. Something your hand touched some way so your soul has somewhere to go when you die”
By your own words Mr. Bradbury, I think you’re set.
Errant Reader 