Again, you’ve given me a wonderful memory this morning. Riding the C and just enjoying being alive. Then sitting in the park and chatting with a fellow bench mate. Even more reason to get down to the City soon. Hurry back!
Cruising the Carribean. Our cruise on the Carribean starts in nine days. We will attend your one man show, if possible, as we did in Omaha Nebraska oh, maybe twenty years ago. Happy New Year. rr
What happens to a shy and perceptive boy who lives with kind and religious people far from NYC? He grows up to be a tall and talented writer who found his place on the page, on the train, on the stage and sea. And lucky for us that we like to laugh and read stories.
We saw the lunatic uncle stream of consciousness show you did in Kentucky and were amazed and entertained. You inspire all us pretend sane uncles to tell stories too.
As a commercial pilot ( I never looked like an ex Marine, more like, I was told, Burt Bacharach) who was once a reporter and then wrote a couple of books and magazine piece but, more to the point, as a fan of Terkel and Mc Phee, you need to know Mr. K: you are at least in their league. And may well be remembered longer and more fondly. Fair seas with the aimless ones.
The world would be a happier place if we had more more lunatic uncles and aunts. Happy new year! I'm looking forward to reading more of your musings in 2024!
Dear Uncle Garrison. I really enjoyed your ramblings this morning! I'd like to believe you intended to use a different word choice when you wrote "It’s a shipload of purposelessness." but either the auto-correct feature or a typographical error resulted in "shipload" instead. You always make me smile and frequently make me laugh. You're a wonderful Uncle and welcome in my lobby, cafeteria, or bus depot anytime. - A fellow fool in Florida...
Although every state thinks they produce the best kind of fool. Only the fools from Minnesota know that warm Januarys and idle hands are the work of the devil. As such, it is best to have paper and pen handy and to keep up appearances...
Garrison, thank you very much for the many things you have given me. PHC got me through a very difficult divorce in the late '90s (and my kids also got to appreciate the potential of radio), and now your writing is helping me to maintain positive and age with grace.
So, I have requested that when I go on my largest adventure that my ashes get spread on Whiteface Mountain in NY, on the hill above turn 5 at Road America in Elkhart, WI, and hopefully mixed with my dearest's ashes to be spread at an undisclosed location in Lake George, NY (but don't tell anybody as I think none of these requests are actually allowed by law). My request to you is, where will your earthly remains go?
Thanks again Garrison. I hope you live to be as old as your wife, minus one day.
“Friendship is what it’s all about. It’s what it’s always been all about.” I'm glad you've left yourself a bit of work for your next assignment, although my guess is that what you will find is that you had really figured it out, in fact, but merely didn't recognize it in yourself. We Midwesterners are a curious lot.
Retirement is not purposelessness. For some it is acts of wealth transfer, from those with to those with less, in ways that are socially acceptable -- travel, dining, the arts, the 'hospitality industry,' and so forth. After all, we can't just simply give our money to those who obviously could use it, that's not the American Way. In any case, 'one size fits all' is not in effect here.
Then there's being semi-retired, a chemist, still having too much fun to fully retire. At 83 and on my 3rd pacemaker (bradycardia, rest of heart fine), I'm trying to keep active as much as possible, walking a mile or half hour a day, singling in a chorale, QWIC philosophy -- Quit When I Can't. Travel curtailed for a number of reasons but great times with family. Of course the tough decisions with aging are deferred, but there's still time ...
Garrison: Perhaps your cruise may have been more pleasurable had you brought along your ball of twine. That got me thinking that twine itself is becoming a relic, and that Wilmer Sneed would likely never live to see that 50-footer. When was the last time you got a package in the mail bound with twine, except maybe one from the UnaBomber? Unless you're a kite flyer, you likely may never see twine in its natural setting. Shall we say " Never the twine shall meet " in 2024?
Again, you’ve given me a wonderful memory this morning. Riding the C and just enjoying being alive. Then sitting in the park and chatting with a fellow bench mate. Even more reason to get down to the City soon. Hurry back!
Cruising the Carribean. Our cruise on the Carribean starts in nine days. We will attend your one man show, if possible, as we did in Omaha Nebraska oh, maybe twenty years ago. Happy New Year. rr
Wow! Coming up on 50 years❤️ Thank you!!!
What happens to a shy and perceptive boy who lives with kind and religious people far from NYC? He grows up to be a tall and talented writer who found his place on the page, on the train, on the stage and sea. And lucky for us that we like to laugh and read stories.
We saw the lunatic uncle stream of consciousness show you did in Kentucky and were amazed and entertained. You inspire all us pretend sane uncles to tell stories too.
If a fool, which I doubt, a wise fool Mr Keillor. Happy Christmas & an active New Year to you Sir.
As a commercial pilot ( I never looked like an ex Marine, more like, I was told, Burt Bacharach) who was once a reporter and then wrote a couple of books and magazine piece but, more to the point, as a fan of Terkel and Mc Phee, you need to know Mr. K: you are at least in their league. And may well be remembered longer and more fondly. Fair seas with the aimless ones.
The world would be a happier place if we had more more lunatic uncles and aunts. Happy new year! I'm looking forward to reading more of your musings in 2024!
Dear Uncle Garrison. I really enjoyed your ramblings this morning! I'd like to believe you intended to use a different word choice when you wrote "It’s a shipload of purposelessness." but either the auto-correct feature or a typographical error resulted in "shipload" instead. You always make me smile and frequently make me laugh. You're a wonderful Uncle and welcome in my lobby, cafeteria, or bus depot anytime. - A fellow fool in Florida...
Although every state thinks they produce the best kind of fool. Only the fools from Minnesota know that warm Januarys and idle hands are the work of the devil. As such, it is best to have paper and pen handy and to keep up appearances...
Garrison, thank you very much for the many things you have given me. PHC got me through a very difficult divorce in the late '90s (and my kids also got to appreciate the potential of radio), and now your writing is helping me to maintain positive and age with grace.
So, I have requested that when I go on my largest adventure that my ashes get spread on Whiteface Mountain in NY, on the hill above turn 5 at Road America in Elkhart, WI, and hopefully mixed with my dearest's ashes to be spread at an undisclosed location in Lake George, NY (but don't tell anybody as I think none of these requests are actually allowed by law). My request to you is, where will your earthly remains go?
Thanks again Garrison. I hope you live to be as old as your wife, minus one day.
Sounds like the vacation is doing you good. Please tell your 2 travel mates "Thank you!"
Happy New Year!
“Friendship is what it’s all about. It’s what it’s always been all about.” I'm glad you've left yourself a bit of work for your next assignment, although my guess is that what you will find is that you had really figured it out, in fact, but merely didn't recognize it in yourself. We Midwesterners are a curious lot.
Retirement is not purposelessness. For some it is acts of wealth transfer, from those with to those with less, in ways that are socially acceptable -- travel, dining, the arts, the 'hospitality industry,' and so forth. After all, we can't just simply give our money to those who obviously could use it, that's not the American Way. In any case, 'one size fits all' is not in effect here.
Then there's being semi-retired, a chemist, still having too much fun to fully retire. At 83 and on my 3rd pacemaker (bradycardia, rest of heart fine), I'm trying to keep active as much as possible, walking a mile or half hour a day, singling in a chorale, QWIC philosophy -- Quit When I Can't. Travel curtailed for a number of reasons but great times with family. Of course the tough decisions with aging are deferred, but there's still time ...
“Friendly lunatic uncle.” It’s always nice to have aspirations. I think I’ll borrow yours. Thanks.
Garrison: Perhaps your cruise may have been more pleasurable had you brought along your ball of twine. That got me thinking that twine itself is becoming a relic, and that Wilmer Sneed would likely never live to see that 50-footer. When was the last time you got a package in the mail bound with twine, except maybe one from the UnaBomber? Unless you're a kite flyer, you likely may never see twine in its natural setting. Shall we say " Never the twine shall meet " in 2024?
Roger Krenkler - L.A.