And So It Goes... I recorded last night and woke up today to find that passed away last night. It's like my own personal Mark Twain died. So sad. I started reading Vonnegut when I was in fifth grade. My parents let me read almost all of his books (except Player Piano) and I literally wolfed them down--most of them I've reread at some point. He wrote a two page "how to write" flyer that I THINK is still in my box of "school junk". Brilliant. I'm so sorry he's not public domain. We wont be able to listen to him here, but I so deeply urge you to pick up something he wrote. Slaughterhouse Five (riffs on his experiences IN a Dresden meat locker (!) during our (secret) WWII bombing campaign) or Cat's Cradle (riffs on life, the universe, and everything) are good places to start. "See?...no damn cat...no damn cradle..." Back to Craftlit: I am sad about Vera; don't forget ; check out some (now and pending) I came across; a ; ; a (no really); a for (which I covet); and more on the mysterious "".