As the morning progresses I become less interested in where Zirrer had lived, and more interested in what brought him here to begin with. Why, I wonder, does a man choose to opt out of the world?
On the cusp of my 30th birthday and just days before the birth of our second child, I decide to do the practical thing and purchase a pair of nonfunctioning typewriters.
In September of 1932, just hours after his uncle’s funeral, twelve-year-old Ray Bradbury was walking down the familiar streets of Waukegan, Illinois when he spotted a carnival tent on the…