My ninth grade English teacher (Mrs. Cotterman) introduced me to the work of Kurt Vonnegut, Jr. way back in 1991 and I honestly can’t think of anything more valuable that was ever given to me. She had our class read Slaughterhouse Five and it’s fair to say it blew my mind. Since that day I’ve read many other Vonnegut books and have enjoyed each one just as well.
Vonnegut’s books make me happy. They remind me that all of the things we get so caught up in trying to control and define are just random fragments of this thing called existence. They remind me of how short life is and that we shouldn’t waste our time racking our brains trying to figure it out. They remind me that I’m not the only one that thinks we should all be kinder to each other for no better reason than that’s simply how it should be. They also remind me just how damned funny an old man from the Midwest can be.
Which bodes well for my future.