What I really wanted to be when I was growing up was a famous novelist – at least as famous as Jules Verne, and maybe even as good. Now I’m resigned to having once visited an event, probably as a seven- or eight-year-old, that was also visited by Kurt Vonnegut, who was then within a few years of becoming what I really wanted to become.
(It’s a longshot, but theoretically, we could have been there on the same day.) Continue reading “Our World’s Fair”
Words of War 