“First you jump off the cliff and build your wings on the way down.” 
― Ray Bradbury

     The most beautiful and sad thing I think I've ever read is a short story Bradbury wrote called "The Fog Horn." It"s about a lighthouse that attracts a sea monster searching for one of its own kind. When it hears the fog horn it thinks it has found another, when the horn is turned off it destroys the lighthouse and returns to the deep. The lighthouse is rebuilt but the monster never returns and you are left to wonder if maybe the last of a species has faded to extinction.
     Bradbury was a very sentimental writer, but never fell victim to melancholy. I think this is because he was a happy person that understood the necessity of the opposing emotion.
     I have not read all of his works, probably never will, but the ones I have read maintain an emotional resonance in me that few stories have.
     So raise a glass of Dandelion Wine in honor of a man who did it his way, the right way. We'll miss you Mr. Bradbury