lol, it was actually -30 in North/central MN yesterday, although it supposedly felt like -43 in the shade. Fortunately, it was nighttime, so there was no need for shade.
Just wanted to say hello and thank you! I grew up listening to you on NPR with my grandmother, so you have at least one Millennial fan who would recognize you in an airport 🤭 So glad to have re-discovered you on SubStack, I truly miss A Prairie Home Companion ❤️
My Dad was a Veterinarian. When he travelled he always made up a story to avoid hearing about every persons pet and their pet related maladies. Often he would say he was a Bentley Dealer on Matinicus Island—a small island where selling or driving a Bentley would be absurd.
Some people go to the gym to exercise their bodies, and while there are people around, it is mostly a solitary activity, unless you’re in a room packed with younger people who are jumping or punching or pedaling together to loud music and a shouting trainer, and even then the benefit accrues to you alone.
GK instead exercises his prodigious imagination and his fondness for and facility with language to spin yarns that startle and delight. That today’s post was largely fiction was revealed when the TSA line was empty at noon.
Thanks for great flourishes along the way, silly giggles and a wise insight or two. Now I don’t have to go to the gym.
Have been listening to you since the 80s and even made it to a couple of your live shows over the years. Thank you for the comfort zone you have and still are providing. Hope that mysterious energy you seem to have keeps working for you.
I know the part about flying out of Tucson last Friday was true. I saw you sitting there, but I was afraid to approach you because you looked like a writer and, as you know, once you start up a conversation with a writer it just never ends. I'm glad that you made it to where you were going, which was Irvine. I saw you there too. Your show was great. I loved all the dancing girls on the backs of the pachyderms! I still don't know how you got them all into the Barclay Theatre when they don't even allow seeing-eye dogs in there.
It isn't just us boomers or octogenarians that love your stories and your voice; my youngest child, who is now 25, chose your show in Colorado Springs over Cirque du Soleil when he was a teenager and would still rather listen to you than just about anyone. Can't wait for you to be back in Colorado.
Chances are that if you were still filling stadiums, you would have gotten tangled up with drugs and groupies by now. You should be grateful that you didn't fall victim to the notorious pitfalls of celebrity. That's what I tell myself. I don't believe it either.
Thanks again Garrison for bringing back old memories. You reminded me of my grandfather, who rarely traveled outside of Southern Minnesota except for weddings and when someone in a far away state asked him about his trip he would say the polar bear crossings slowed them down a little or they had to outrun a few Indians as they crossed into Iowa.
One of my favorite jokes about a proctologist I heard on your annual joke show…. A proctologist reaches for a pen in his pocket and instead pulls out a rectal thermometer. “Damn”, he says. “Some asshole has my pen. “. 🤪
It is a feels minus 16 degrees here in Southwestern Ohio right now.
lol, it was actually -30 in North/central MN yesterday, although it supposedly felt like -43 in the shade. Fortunately, it was nighttime, so there was no need for shade.
Just wanted to say hello and thank you! I grew up listening to you on NPR with my grandmother, so you have at least one Millennial fan who would recognize you in an airport 🤭 So glad to have re-discovered you on SubStack, I truly miss A Prairie Home Companion ❤️
My Dad was a Veterinarian. When he travelled he always made up a story to avoid hearing about every persons pet and their pet related maladies. Often he would say he was a Bentley Dealer on Matinicus Island—a small island where selling or driving a Bentley would be absurd.
Hilarious!
Glad I turned here first this morning.
Thanks, Garrison.
Now this 85-year old can face the news.
Bring it on, Heather Co Richardson!
My exact sequence of morning reading! Keillor strengthened my spine!
I'm with you Bill!Garrison is always a good way to start the day!!
Just so good as always!
Some people go to the gym to exercise their bodies, and while there are people around, it is mostly a solitary activity, unless you’re in a room packed with younger people who are jumping or punching or pedaling together to loud music and a shouting trainer, and even then the benefit accrues to you alone.
GK instead exercises his prodigious imagination and his fondness for and facility with language to spin yarns that startle and delight. That today’s post was largely fiction was revealed when the TSA line was empty at noon.
Thanks for great flourishes along the way, silly giggles and a wise insight or two. Now I don’t have to go to the gym.
Have been listening to you since the 80s and even made it to a couple of your live shows over the years. Thank you for the comfort zone you have and still are providing. Hope that mysterious energy you seem to have keeps working for you.
I know the part about flying out of Tucson last Friday was true. I saw you sitting there, but I was afraid to approach you because you looked like a writer and, as you know, once you start up a conversation with a writer it just never ends. I'm glad that you made it to where you were going, which was Irvine. I saw you there too. Your show was great. I loved all the dancing girls on the backs of the pachyderms! I still don't know how you got them all into the Barclay Theatre when they don't even allow seeing-eye dogs in there.
LOL. Thank you.
It isn't just us boomers or octogenarians that love your stories and your voice; my youngest child, who is now 25, chose your show in Colorado Springs over Cirque du Soleil when he was a teenager and would still rather listen to you than just about anyone. Can't wait for you to be back in Colorado.
Keep on keepin’ on!
Chances are that if you were still filling stadiums, you would have gotten tangled up with drugs and groupies by now. You should be grateful that you didn't fall victim to the notorious pitfalls of celebrity. That's what I tell myself. I don't believe it either.
Hahahah. If he got tangled up with groupies and drugs, he’d be toast by now. 😂
I used to listen to your show every week. I really miss it. Still thank you for a sweet little humorous interlude here amongst all the fucking chaos.
One of the great things about the inter web is being able to go back in time via: https://www.prairiehome.org/
Thank you so much, Kim! I will use your offering to while away a January afternoon in Michigan....
Thanks again Garrison for bringing back old memories. You reminded me of my grandfather, who rarely traveled outside of Southern Minnesota except for weddings and when someone in a far away state asked him about his trip he would say the polar bear crossings slowed them down a little or they had to outrun a few Indians as they crossed into Iowa.
Always loved your work, watch your back in The Villages. 😎
After while, crocodile!
One of my favorite jokes about a proctologist I heard on your annual joke show…. A proctologist reaches for a pen in his pocket and instead pulls out a rectal thermometer. “Damn”, he says. “Some asshole has my pen. “. 🤪