One of the finest imaginations this country has ever produced. Stories of great beauty and great terror. I've always thought Farenheit 451 was especially prescient, given the sway that Politically Correct Thought Police have nowadays, and the way we let an imbecile media shape our lives. All style, no substance. How long, do you suppose, before Hi-Def evolved into Bradbury's holographic video walls?
Rest in Peace, Ray. Thanks for Farenheit, The Martian Chronicles, The Illustrated Man, and all the stories dramatized on Ray Bradbury Theatre when I was a teenager. You helped make my adolescence survivable.