And so it goes…
In 1986, I read a little tiny letter to the editor in the New York Times Op-Ed section. I thought so strongly about it that I cut it out, and it has remained in my copy of Breakfast of Champions since them. It seemed unerringly important to me at the time. The words were undoubtably prescient for the time. They are no less so, probably more so, 21 years later.
Kurt Vonnegut was one of those rare birds who could see truth and understand it as such, and see injustice and call it such, and smell evil and say it was such, in succinct and stunningly clear words. He had vision when the rest of the world wears bifocals. We shall not see his kind again.
