I’m weeping in bed as I read your words, Garrison. But somehow I’m getting a subliminal message that perhaps this country will survive its bad choices. For all the younger ones, let’s keep the faith.
We were lucky Garrison. When we were kids, we were allowed to be kids. And while I also have many "kid memory" triggers like you, I also find that I am starting to regress. Sometimes I feel like I am going from 64 to 12.
I like stickers again. Collecting them. Putting them on my notebooks. Giving them to other kids.
I like to play with fire again, only this time around I have a lot of fire extinguishers around (I started a field on fire when I was playing with matches at age 4 and got in BIG trouble). We have cozy camp fires outside the back door, I prescribe burned our 10 acre pasture, and we have a bonfire every year on St. Patricks Day. The two previous years I started the bonfire with a tethered bottle rocket, but next year I think I will use a flaming arrow. But I will have to practice. You have to keep a safe distance once you pour five gallons of gasoline on a pile of brush!!
And I again like loud cars. But I am not sure if that is due to my age regression or the loss of hearing. I hope people do not mind the loud car too much....the sound comes and goes quickly.
Not sure why I am regressing. But my wife does not seem to mind and it makes my grown up kids
laugh. So I guess I will carry on. Another day in paradise.
So the White Castle sliders in the freezer sound a lot more sensible than anything else we're likely to hear about in the foreseeable future. A few cans of spam in the pantry also sounds like a good idea.
It's true that food takes us back. In my case, though, White Castle sliders are what my friend and I bought at dawn half-way through our route delivering the NYT Sunday edition on cold, gloomy Washington, DC mornings in 1964. We washed them down with an orange soda. Both the greasy, tiny burgers (I think we each got two) and the sicky-sweet soda were horrible on an empty stomach. I'm afraid if I tried one now only painful memories would surface. But a BLT on toasted white bread with Hellman's mayo, crisp lettuce and freshly ground black pepper on the ripe tomato from Delaware, as my Mom made them? Now, that's another story.
I have called up your opinion pieces from the days after the 2016 election, looking for some direction and reassurance that the world is not going to end. Again.
“We liberal elitists are now completely in the clear. The government is in Republican hands. Let them deal with him. Democrats can spend four years raising heirloom tomatoes, meditating, reading Jane Austen, traveling around the country, tasting artisan beers, and let the Republicans build the wall and carry on the trade war with China and deport the undocumented and deal with opioids, and we Democrats can go for a long , brisk walk and smell the roses.”
(Understand that I will not be able to travel around the country when the Heritage Foundation finally gets their wish and shuts down the Amtrak long-distance network. Also, I don’t drink beer.)
Except this time around, they will stack the court for the rest of my lifetime (age 44), completely castrate what few environmental protections were left, double down on beating BIPOC into submission, and re-ruin the national economy. If you want to get young people working, don’t deport immigrants (who committed the mortal sin of wishing for a better life), instead ban marijuana and video games.
Despite your assurances to the contrary over the past year and a half, that conservatives are generally decent people, and that this nation was capable of electing a qualified person who happens to be female over the geriatric idiot who doesn’t even know how to flush a toilet or open a car door for himself… I have rescinded a lot of the credit I was trying to give to other Americans. I used to be a Mets fan, and I still am, but now my favorite team to cheer on is coronary artery disease. I have taken an interest in the brief presidency of William Henry Harrison.
A column with no mention of Trump? Congratulations. I promised to not gloat and I will stay true to my that promise. Trader Joe’s is topic for all of us.
Good morning, Garrison. Sorry to say but we will be on a cruise ship when you preform here in Nebraska next February. Thanks for coming to Nebraska though, and thanks for helping me stay in line now at 83. RR
We must cherish our comfort foods that take us back to other times, places and people. Everything in moderation is our motto, and we hope that's always possible in this crazy world. I truly enjoy your writing, Mr. Keillor and hope the same for your novel, and mine! If we don't have those goals who would ever reach anything??
Yesterday I made a potato and kale curry served with chicken breast and brown rice. And maybe when I am as old as you, 10 years from now, I’ll eat more macaroni and cheese.
Thank you, Garrison, for the lightness you bring to my heart.
I’m weeping in bed as I read your words, Garrison. But somehow I’m getting a subliminal message that perhaps this country will survive its bad choices. For all the younger ones, let’s keep the faith.
Garrison broke through my speechless horror to get me to weep, too.
I’m with you. What a nice balance, you and your wife. We have the same. God bless you this morning. Eternally grateful for you.
Try the stuffed grape leaves next time, filled with rice and packed in a can with olive oil. Good stuff.
We were lucky Garrison. When we were kids, we were allowed to be kids. And while I also have many "kid memory" triggers like you, I also find that I am starting to regress. Sometimes I feel like I am going from 64 to 12.
I like stickers again. Collecting them. Putting them on my notebooks. Giving them to other kids.
I like to play with fire again, only this time around I have a lot of fire extinguishers around (I started a field on fire when I was playing with matches at age 4 and got in BIG trouble). We have cozy camp fires outside the back door, I prescribe burned our 10 acre pasture, and we have a bonfire every year on St. Patricks Day. The two previous years I started the bonfire with a tethered bottle rocket, but next year I think I will use a flaming arrow. But I will have to practice. You have to keep a safe distance once you pour five gallons of gasoline on a pile of brush!!
And I again like loud cars. But I am not sure if that is due to my age regression or the loss of hearing. I hope people do not mind the loud car too much....the sound comes and goes quickly.
Not sure why I am regressing. But my wife does not seem to mind and it makes my grown up kids
laugh. So I guess I will carry on. Another day in paradise.
I am thankful for the NYT so I can stop watching news on TV for the next 4 years and still stay informed.
Michelle the NYT is has and will continue to lie to you.
But at least we have you, "reality speaks," to tell us "RFKJr is the only politician willing to be honest with the American people"...
if you actually listen to him with an open mind you might have your eyes opened.
You shouldn't give conspiracy theorists any attention.
So the White Castle sliders in the freezer sound a lot more sensible than anything else we're likely to hear about in the foreseeable future. A few cans of spam in the pantry also sounds like a good idea.
It's true that food takes us back. In my case, though, White Castle sliders are what my friend and I bought at dawn half-way through our route delivering the NYT Sunday edition on cold, gloomy Washington, DC mornings in 1964. We washed them down with an orange soda. Both the greasy, tiny burgers (I think we each got two) and the sicky-sweet soda were horrible on an empty stomach. I'm afraid if I tried one now only painful memories would surface. But a BLT on toasted white bread with Hellman's mayo, crisp lettuce and freshly ground black pepper on the ripe tomato from Delaware, as my Mom made them? Now, that's another story.
Thank you. I needed that today.
I have called up your opinion pieces from the days after the 2016 election, looking for some direction and reassurance that the world is not going to end. Again.
“We liberal elitists are now completely in the clear. The government is in Republican hands. Let them deal with him. Democrats can spend four years raising heirloom tomatoes, meditating, reading Jane Austen, traveling around the country, tasting artisan beers, and let the Republicans build the wall and carry on the trade war with China and deport the undocumented and deal with opioids, and we Democrats can go for a long , brisk walk and smell the roses.”
(Understand that I will not be able to travel around the country when the Heritage Foundation finally gets their wish and shuts down the Amtrak long-distance network. Also, I don’t drink beer.)
Except this time around, they will stack the court for the rest of my lifetime (age 44), completely castrate what few environmental protections were left, double down on beating BIPOC into submission, and re-ruin the national economy. If you want to get young people working, don’t deport immigrants (who committed the mortal sin of wishing for a better life), instead ban marijuana and video games.
Despite your assurances to the contrary over the past year and a half, that conservatives are generally decent people, and that this nation was capable of electing a qualified person who happens to be female over the geriatric idiot who doesn’t even know how to flush a toilet or open a car door for himself… I have rescinded a lot of the credit I was trying to give to other Americans. I used to be a Mets fan, and I still am, but now my favorite team to cheer on is coronary artery disease. I have taken an interest in the brief presidency of William Henry Harrison.
https://www.washingtonpost.com/opinions/trump-voters-will-not-like-what-happens-next/2016/11/09/e346ffc2-a67f-11e6-8fc0-7be8f848c492_story.html
A column with no mention of Trump? Congratulations. I promised to not gloat and I will stay true to my that promise. Trader Joe’s is topic for all of us.
Good morning, Garrison. Sorry to say but we will be on a cruise ship when you preform here in Nebraska next February. Thanks for coming to Nebraska though, and thanks for helping me stay in line now at 83. RR
We must cherish our comfort foods that take us back to other times, places and people. Everything in moderation is our motto, and we hope that's always possible in this crazy world. I truly enjoy your writing, Mr. Keillor and hope the same for your novel, and mine! If we don't have those goals who would ever reach anything??
Yesterday I made a potato and kale curry served with chicken breast and brown rice. And maybe when I am as old as you, 10 years from now, I’ll eat more macaroni and cheese.
Thank you, Garrison, for the lightness you bring to my heart.