Alfred Bester, Terry Southern, and George Clayton Johnson
One I never knew, one helped my Little League team, and one I literally tripped over in a dark theater
As those who have read these profiles may have noticed, there is often some stray connection that I share [or imagine to share] with the subjects. I suppose I appreciate and are envious of people who have discovered some portion of happiness that isn’t dependent on being concerned with common limits.
In literature, which certainly has its share of free …