One of my literary idols is gone at 84. No one like him.

He was a true original, created his own genre really.

"Slaughterhouse-Five," "Breakfast of Champions," and "Cats in the Cradle," among others, all classics.

He had a quirkiness of humor of that somehow charmed pessimism into affirmation.

There isn't much of his work I missed. And he will be greatly missed.

And to borrow his own refrain from "Breakfast of Champions":

And so it goes...

Last edited by WhitmanO'Neill; 04/12/07 09:57 PM.