h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

I hoped it was a prank. I cannot tell you how much. In a world of war and terror and just plain nastiness, this is the only TIme I have wondered "Why?" If there is a Supreme Intellegence running this swutting show, and this is its idea of A Good Thing To Do, I am turning in my Sentient Being membership card. I want no more part of that universe. I hoped it was a prank. I hoped it was a prank.

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The subject line says it all. That is what's most important. He made me laugh over and over again. Whether it was Arthur, Zaphod, Ford, or Dirk he made me laugh with a style of humor that made me feel good about feeling good about it. It was smart humor that was never condescending to others, but made all of us who liked it feel a touch different and special because we "knew" that others didn't quite get it. I remember the first time I read his stuff when I just got out of high school (a long time ago). He made me laugh. In honor of him I sit hear and play all my best and saddest Tom Waits songs while I type.
For all my friends in the UK, know that I am an American as rural middle American as they come (from Omaha, NE) and I got Douglas and his message. He made me happy.
Damn you Douglas, now I have to block out the next week to reread all your stuff.
Miss you alrady.
Bill

When I was six or seven years old, my parents did not own a television, making us one of the few families in the early 1980s to gather around the radio like a Norman Rockwell painting. One night after we recorded an episode of Star Wars radio drama off of NPR, we found ourselves sucked into a new world of Douglas Adams' making. The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy from that moment on formed the foundation of my sense of humor, long before I discovered Monty Python. Britcoms became a wonderful part of my life that continue to alienate me on this side of the Pond. I owe Douglas Adams for my imagination and the fact that I know what a zebra crossing is.