For the first time, the black color that shrouds my blog layout will serve more than a simple, aesthetic purpose. Tonight I dedicate this entry to the passing, and more importantly, the life of Kurt Vonnegut - my favorite author.

I hope that early tomorrow morning I wake up and find something jovial to write about as I don’t want this somber post to be the greeting to ExitEastCoast newcomers. In fact, I’d think Mr. Vonnegut would want me to make a simple, but appropriate tribute to him…then move on. So be it, sir.
I won’t take up too much time with Mr. Vonnegut’s bio, you can take a look for yourself here, in the Indianapolis Star who published an article on his passing. I felt the Indianapolis Star was appropriate because he is an Indy native and truly loved, in only the satirical yet genuine way Vonnegut could, being a Hoosier.
Do know that Mr. Vonnegut is a true American artist. He inspired many, including me. His writing was so unique, that he quickly became my favorite author. I don’t see that honor being reallocated any time soon. If you haven’t had the pleasure of reading any of Mr. Vonnegut’s work, I implore you to do so. It’s all wonderful in its own way. Also, you should know that he served his country during World War II, when he fought and was captured during the Battle of the Bulge. He was present for and witnessed the bombings of Dresden on which he based his book, Slaughterhouse Five.
During my recent and most memorable vacation (where I formally proposed to my fiancee), I read Mr. Vonnegut’s final book, A Man Without a Country. It was typical Vonnegut. It was almost as if he just wanted to talk to someone, speak his mind…and was generous enough to share those thoughts with hundreds of thousnads of people.
One portion of the book brought a smile to my face. I remember vividly sitting on the beach in Maui, my feet desperately digging into the sand to escape sunburn and the smell of the sea igniting my olfactory senses. What a great day it was…and why not make it better with a little Vonnegut? I read as the master went to work, describing his childhood, thoughts on society and religion in the always satirical and intellectual Vonnegut way.
One segment of my reading that day struck me. It was at the bottom of page 66. Mr. Vonnegut had just finished explaining his take on the beauty of music. When I read it (being a music lover myself), I smiled. I want to share it with you all in the hopes that you smile too.
“No matter how corrupt, greedy and heartless our government, our corporations, our media, and our religious and charitable institutions may become, the music will still be wonderful.
If I should ever die, God forbid, let this be my epitaph:
THE ONLY PROOF HE NEEDED FOR THE EXISTENCE OF GOD WAS MUSIC.”

Farewell, Mr. Vonnegut. Thank you for everything.