The recent death of Ray Bradbury (June 5, 2012) induced in me a fit of science fiction (SF) nostalgia, my trek toward literacy. I had been so occupied with everyday concerns, every day, for so long that I neglected my reading roots. My senior year at Middleton High School, Idaho, I fell into literature and reading through the open door of SF stories. Orwell's 1984 was my first love. Bradbury soon followed, reminding me in Dandelion Wine of the joy of new sneakers--what it is to test-pilot white Adidas (with three red, vertical stripes) in a full sprint across the front lawn at the age of nine. New Adidas plus summer equalled pure adrenaline.