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I've often described my teenage years in a way that might make one think I was filled with more adolescent angst than all the characters in all the John Hughes' movies combined. This would, in fact, be mostly accurate. On the other hand, those same years are also memorable for being the time period during which I was introduced to a number of people, places, and things that have remained my
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Douglas Adams left us much too soon, dying suddenly of a heart attack on May 11, 2001 at the age of 49. I still mourn not only the writer but all the wonderfully quirky, witty, bizarre, and hilarious books that could have been. I know I'm not alone because two weeks after his death fans celebrated the first Towel Day, a way to pay tribute to the man and his works, specifically by walking around with a towel. Non-fans or non-readers of his books scratch their heads at folks who look like the cast of The Big Bang Theory parading into restaurants with Egyptian cotton bath towels draped around their necks like fur stoles. Fans, on the other hand, immediately recognize kindred spirits. (For the section of Hitchhiker related to towels, check out The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Towel here.)
Katie's Knits. (Free pattern can be found here.) My dexterity still isn't what it used to be and I quickly found the towel very time consuming considering I had to make four of them. I finished up a small towel for myself and looked for another option. (For the non-fans, "Don't Panic" are the words printed on the cover of The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy in large friendly letters).
irishlace.net. In the center is the number 42, which is of course the answer to the ultimate question of life, the universe, and everything. I managed to quickly knit them up for my mother, sister (the Inmates' Uncle Chester), and the Inmates themselves. (The free pattern can be found here.)
|Professional cake decorator I'm not.|
|Hitchhiker inspired wrapping paper,|
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I had the privilege of meeting Douglas Adams at a book signing in 1993. I sat in a crowd of people, most with towels, and listened to him read from Hitchhiker. I then nervously took my paperback copy of Dirk Gently's Holistic Detective Agency up to the table for his signature. He scribbled his name and as I took the book I wanted to say something witty and profound. Instead I stammered, "Thank you for everything you've written." He looked at me and smiled broadly and said, "Thank you very much."
Twenty years later I still can't think of anything better to say. Mr. Adams, thank you for everything you've written.