I have read and re-read Dandelion Wine by Ray Bradbury many times. Back in the days when I was thinking about making movies and reading movie scripts, I took one of the stories in that book, "A Dish of Lime-Vanilla Ice," and reset it as a screenplay. Years later, I sent a copy to Ray Bradbury.
And he wrote back.
I got a lovely hand-written note on yellow legal pad paper telling me that he enjoyed my work and that another admirer, a Russian woman, had already done a screen treatment of the same material. However, neither of our works would be produced as Bradbury himself was working on a musical play version of "Dandelion Wine" with songwriter Jimmy Webb, the man who wrote "Wichita Lineman," "By the Time I Get to Phoenix," and "MacArthur Park." Wonder whatever happened with that project.
At the bottom of the page was Bradbury's signature and a simple line drawing of a dandelion.
Ray Bradbury didn't have to treat me, some anonymous schlub behind an unsolicited piece of mail, so nicely. He was not only a fine and evocative writer but a nice guy as well. At least, from my experience.