And this one.

My grandmother, Jody Greenwald, was being honored by Woodbury University for her contributions to its archives.

He was one of my favorite writers as a kid, which I suppose means he still is. I had the chance to meet him a couple of times, once during a book signing in Ventura and again at an event in honor of my grandmother, who he had become friends with. She got a remarkable holiday card from him every year with a fresh piece of writing. In his last years, he didn’t let his medical difficulties (he’d suffered a stroke) to prevent his public life and participation in the world, which is an inspirational thing when it could’ve been easier to simply drop off into darkening obscurity.  

The books I loved most, which I imagine I still do:

The Halloween Tree

The Illustrated Man

The Martian Chronicles

The October Country