From a Dead Beat to an Old Greaser

[rich]

Soon the curtain of one's literary heroes gracing us with new work will
close. The current obsessions of new and upcoming fiction writers I have
found are not mine, worthy as they are. I wont be one of those grumps
bemoaning the ascendance of a new generation of writers. But it does sadden
me a bit that soon there won't be anyone left for me to put on my personal
pedestal. Part of me realizes this is just natural. But I will miss the
excitement  I once had.
musing on a snowy winter's day

rich