April 12, 2007

• Vislat, my Friend

  It’s a beautiful day.  At least for Kurt Vonnegut.  As for me, I’ve still got responsibilities and my idol has died.  But considering he smoked like a chimney and still lived to 84, he did alright doing it his way.  I always wanted to meet him (or better yet take a class with him). My father knew him, so I probably could have but I guess I was intimidated.  Or maybe I wanted to be a better writer first.  Now he’ll never write the forward to my first (legitimately published) book, unless posthumously, which would be just like him.  After all he wrote his own forward under the guise of one of his characters. 

   

  I’ll just have to channel him for mine.  The book could even be a tribute to ol’ Kurt.  Something like Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead, only Kurt Vonnegut and Eugene Debs are dead. 

   

  It’s a great idea.  Maybe I’ll put it in that book I will write of great ideas (a great idea in its own right).  The title of that book was to be, I think, Visiting Conway and Other Ideas.

   

  Anyway, Vislat, Kurt (that means “see you later” in Hungarian – did I tell you I went to Hungary?)

   

  First Molly Ivans, and now Kurt Vonnegut.  Please don't tell me that trouble comes in threes.  The world will miss them.

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