A last check of the RSS reader brought sad news tonight, Kurt Vonnegut died today at 84.
I spent 2 weeks in the summer before my 14th birthday laid up in bed with an unexplained sickness that led to, or followed a spinal tap, depending on how you look at it. Standing was unbearable. I read probably half a dozen of Vonnegut’s books while sick.
His last volume, “A Man Without A Country” is a wonderful collection of non fiction and became a best seller. Vonnegut’s wry wit, unabashed honesty and some would say filthy mouth made his writing entertaining, and enjoyable to read.
And so it goes…