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...

(oops) that's "Cat's Cradle"...must've had Harry Chapin floating through my head...

I think a lot of his books use that refrain. Slaughterhouse 5, I am sure of. Same with Breakfast of Champions.

Yes, Curuinor... I believe you're right.

"And so it goes" was from Slaughterhouse 5
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His mantra from Breakfast of Champions was
"And so on."

Thanks for the correction.

I discovered him late in life; perhaps fate had it that way, so I might be better equipped to fully enjoy his jaywalking sense of humor.

his jaywalking sense of humor. Hey, I like that! And, welcome, Wayne.