As a young man, I read the adventures of Huckleberry Finn and Tom Sawyer, falling in love with the simplistic, yet complex writings of Mark Twain. Being raised on the classics, his writing style was unlike any I had encountered before.
Then I fell in love with his short stories, especially The Jumping Frog. The visions that danced in my head would often make me laugh out loud. I could see the scenes as clear as the moonlight that peered through my bedroom window as I held a flashlight underneath my bed sheets to sneak in a few more pages before I fell asleep, flashlight still on.
As an adult, I began to realize what an important author this man whose pen name was based on a marking of water depth really was. His musings on politics, race, religion and relationships, are as pertinent in the present as they were when he wrote them.
To this day, when I feel the need to take a break from my favorite living writers, which are many, and go to a place where the past merges with the present, where politicians are mocked, jumping frogs are cherished, and the mighty Mississippi rolls, I pull out my well worn copy....and dive in.