In the airport heading to another Gen Con, I just found out that Harry Harrison died.
I loved the Stainless Steel Rat books with that sort of fervor only an adolescent can generate. All the people that shaped my imagination as a kid are dying. It makes me start to feel my age a bit more keenly. At least the books of all these people live on, and will hopefully thrill and excite others like they did me.
I guess not even The Rat can cheat death forever. Rest in peace, Harry.