A fixture of Los Angeles — the city of the future — Bradbury could often be seen all over town. Most memorably, he used to wheel up to the bookshop I worked in while in college. He’d park his bike outside, race inside as if in a mad hurry, only to linger and get lost in the stacks for quite a long time.
from my L.A Times obit:
Ray Douglas Bradbury was born Aug. 22, 1920, in Waukegan, Ill., to Leonard Spaulding Bradbury and the former Esther Marie Moberg. As a child he soaked up the ambiance of small-town life — wraparound porches, fireflies and the soft, golden light of late afternoon — that would later become a hallmark of much of his fiction.
“When I was born in 1920,” he told the New York Times Magazine in 2000, “the auto was only 20 years old. Radio didn’t exist. TV didn’t exist. I was born at just the right time to write about all of these things.”
Full obit now here
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