Top among the blogs that I visit multiple times a day is Wil Wheaton’s "WWdN: in Exile". I enjoy Mr. Wheaton’s style of writing enough for me to acquire his books "Just a Geek" and "The Happiest Days of Our Lives". These are nonfiction books. They include essays relating tales of the author’s youth, among other things. I have really enjoyed reading these books.
I have tried my hand at telling tales of my youth. I try it from time to time in this blog. But my first real attempt at it was done about twenty years ago. I put this first attempt up on the World Wide Web eleven years ago this month. I wrote it under the "Galen A. Tripp" name.
I called it "The Stupid Fan".
My twenty-year-old essay, "The Stupid Fan", tells of my meeting, as a teenager, with the-world-famous-author, Ray Bradbury. I had read many of his works and I thought that it would be fun to meet him.
It is "funny" how life does not always go the way that you would like it to. Nope, "funny" is just not the right word here. However, I learned a lesson about Ray Bradbury that you should prefer having related to you by me, rather than experiencing personally. Trust me on this.
Read "The Stupid Fan" at http://home.comcast.net/~galentripp/SFan.html Wil Wheaton makes writing this kind of essay look easy. That is because Wil Wheaton is a professional writer. "The Stupid Fan" is decidedly an amateur attempt.
It seems to me that Ray Bradbury has been getting a lot of press recently. Stories like this "Boing Boing" report tell of a Ray Bradbury utterly different from the Ray Bradbury that I know.
That is fine. I know what I know.
--Pip R. Lagenta