Bradbury was born August 22, 1920 in Waukegan, Ill., and enjoyed a literary career spanning eight decades.
A handful of the pieces here rank up there with those of pulp gods like Ellison and Bradbury and Clarke.
Among his many talents, Bradbury was able to see the future with appalling clarity.
I could pick out some Ray Bradburys, too, but just about everybody tries to write like Bradbury.
Bradbury ultimately found resigned humor in the time and resources wasted on investigating his normal American life.
Happie came back with her hand slipped through Miss Bradbury's arm.
Bradbury and Patrick were served very much in the same manner.
On May 3, 1811, Bradbury arrived at the Oto village, but it was deserted.
Bradbury, he declared that that was a fact with the majority of autos, but not with his.
"Thank you," replied Lieut. Bradbury, gravely sitting in a garden bench at the foot of one of the big maples.