I suppose I can't eulogize in as effective a manner as most others, but I think I ought to bid Kurt Vonnegut farewell. One of the few authors whose catalog I've read extensively, he is probably the reason I turned towards writing at Ithaca College. I remember reading Slaughterhouse Five for the first time, and then mowing through it over and again. Cat's Cradle, Welcome to the Monkeyhouse and Player Piano - Vonnegut made me want to read, and then made me want to make a difference by writing.
I love reading this article, published when Vonnegut was 82, knowing that he was just as critical and incisive well into old age. While he can't, his work deserves to live on and on.
~ I want to stand as close to the edge as I can without going over. Out on the edge you see all the kinds of things you can't see from the center. ~
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