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Though he didn’t drive, Bradbury could often be spotted out and about Los Angeles. A familiar figure with a wind-blown mane of white hair and heavy black-framed glasses, he’d browse the stacks of libraries and bookstores, his bicycle leaning against a store front or pole just outside.
My favorite Bradbury short story is Kaleidoscope. Reading it in 3rd grade, it was such a shock to realize all stories don’t have a happy ending.