According to the Associated Press obit, he was born Aug. 22, 1920, in Waukegan, Ill., to Leonard Spaulding Bradbury and the former Esther Marie Moberg. “When I was born in 1920,” he told the New York Times Magazine in 2000, “the auto was only 20 years old. Radio didn't exist. TV didn't exist. I was born at just the right time to write about all of these things.”
Here's an excerpt from a Baltimore Sun article from 1996:
Basically, even though Mr. Bradbury championed space travel long before space travel existed, he's always been willing to jettison science for story, which irritates sci-fi purists.
"I want to have fun with science," Mr. Bradbury once said. "I don't want to know how to build a rocket ship, I want to know what can happen when people fly them. It's the people I'm interested in."
But he has won the Grand Master Award from the Science Fiction Writers of America, the World Fantasy Award for Lifetime Achievement, an O. Henry Prize and an award from the National Institute of Arts and Letters.
"I've written every day for 45 years now," Mr. Bradbury says during a long phone conversation. "More than a 1,000 words a day, 2,000 now. I often wonder what people do with their time if they don't do anything. I can't imagine that."