Kurt Vonnegut died tonight in NYC at the age of 84.
It's depressingly cold, dark, and rainy tonight here in Pennsylvania, too.
In A Man Without a Country, Kurt Vonnegut wrote:
... what made being alive almost worthwhile for me, besides music, was alll the saints I had met, who could be anywhere. By saints I meant people who behaved decently in a strikingly indecent society.
Joe, a young man from Pittsburgh, came up to me with one request: "Please tell me it will be okay."
"Welcome to Earth, young man," I said. "It's hot in the summer and cold in the winter. It's round and wet and crowded. At the outside, Joe, you've got about a hundred years here. There's only one rule I know of: Goddamn it, Joe, you've got to be kind!"