The Night the Martians Landed

The first time I met Ray Bradbury.

I have seen the saucers.

Not only that, I’ve fought beside Hercules, fled from the Lonely One, braved the lightning when Mr. Electro came to town, worked as a comic book artist in New York City circa 1952, chased fireflies to the farthest reaches of the field when the summer was young, and eyed the moon on a soft July night in…