Ray Bradbury

8/22/1920-6/6 2012

When I was kid, bedtime was 9 o’clock—no if’s, and’s, or spoil-the-child about it. There was no argument I could posture that would be entertained, no tantrum to throw, and definitely no TV in the bedroom ready for my viewing pleasure once the clock chimed the hour. Yes, we had a clock that chimed the hour, and no, there was no Gameboy, Ipod or Smart phone waiting for me, either.

Necessity–the mother of invention–was just a kid back in those days, too.
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