Today would have been Ray Bradbury’s ninety-second birthday. He came very close, but I can’t imagine he’s disappointed at what he accomplished.

I’ll have to re-read my favorite, A Sound of Thunder. My mother was a big Bradbury fan and gave me a collection of Bradbury stories featuring dinosaurs when I was child containing that one. And we’ll just pretend that heinous movie never, ever happened. I don’t even know what you’re talking about if you mention the movie. I may even have you committed to an institution on account of your crazy delusions.