Kurt Vonnegut, American satirist, author died at age 84.
This is a sad day for me and many of my peers who were moved to activism, writing or at the very least deep inspiration based on the work and life of this prolific author with such classics as “Cat’s Cradle” and “Slaughterhouse Five.”
I offer a moment of silence.

My love affair with Vonnegut came late in the game. I think I started with “Slaughterhouse Five” as required reading in a Freshmen college class. I thought he was hysterically funny and it was the first time I started to consider the writer’s intention (looking back seems silly). Then I moved on to “Galapagos” to satisfy both my budding curiousity about him and also about those mysterious Volcano-borne islands. After that I went to “Bamboo Snuff Box.” Most recently I picked up “A Man Without a Country,” from a small book store across from a gas station in a town without a name in Southern Vermont. The book sounded like him, but somehow softer, introspective and I recall smiling when I found the book on a dusty shelf in the back room, knowing he would appreciate the much ado.
He was like a smart older brother to me. I sincerely thought that one day, we would meet and I would slap down his book and make some clever comment like, “It’s about time you wrote me into one of your books.” That day will never come now, at least not as I imagined it, but I will continue to read his hateable characters and shifty plot lines. Thanks for the good times Kurt.