Today would have been J. R. R. Tolkien’s 116th birthday.
When I was about 14 years old, I guess, I wrote Tolkien a long gushing fan letter. Imagine my surprise to learn that he had been dead for a couple of years. Apparently his son, Christopher, was used to this sort of thing, because he dealt with it like a gentleman in the reply he kindly sent me. And no, I have no idea where that reply is today. Sigh.
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