As you Garrison, my partner is much more popular the me. On social media when I post her anything, human beings come out of the woodwork it would seem to show her support. I on the other hand get a little smile and maybe a nod. Happy Thanksgiving to you and all who you love and love you back Garrison.
Now mostly, I need stitches (from your self-whatever-logy... I am a hugger, and I understand that there are points where I must turn the inclination into a passionless warm grip or pat. As for hope, I watched Madam speaker back off graciously and then my better half drove us to Durham ridge, where the plow has performed, the snow was parted, and the view north to Mt Washington was obscured by (maybe) turkey feathers...Bless us on our way.
Obviously a fellow Mainer (I'm formerly a native Minnesotan. We only got an inch of snow in Orono but those Minnesotans sent us all that cold air as well.
Wonderful GK!, I’m checking email from Portugal and read your post and both laughed and was happily weepy by its conclusion. Your limerick nails it down. Bravo! I’ll share this with my Better Half with whom I celebrate 30 years. We see you in the neighborhood and remember Dock’s on bway & 90th fondly, too. Wishing you & yours a bountiful thanksgiving.
When I think about all of the people who have helped me along the way to this my 79th year a sort of pie chart forms in my mind.
Parents, teachers and friends occupy wedges in varying sizes but then there is a slim, scarlet slice that, though comparatively small, stands out and shoots directly to the center...to the heart.
It is you, Garrison, and all the years of happiness you have brought to me through your radio broadcasts, books, live shows (I have been twice) and online writing.
My sons, now 43 and 45, grew up spending Saturday evenings with you as our little family gathered for supper with “A Prairie Home Companion” playing. Some subliminal part of those broadcasts must have lodged deeply in their developing brains and so you became a sliver in their pie charts too. Today they are fine men.
For me every day is thanksgiving and today I send back to you a thank you, thank you, thank you.
some of us are not as lucky as you with husband/wife choices, but we are still grateful that we have a BFF and thankful for our families. Our children and grandchildren and their new progressive thoughts and lifestyles teach us that life goes on and nothing remains static. Out my living room windows I have seen a flock of wild turkeys roaming the streets of the east side of Milwaukee hunting and pecking for food. Those turkeys are grateful that they won't be on our tables next week. They are safe down by Lake Michigan. To my knowledge, hunting isn't allowed on city streets here. For the past three/four? years we have been in NYC for 10 days at Thanksgiving time for the Bob Dylan Residency at The Beacon. This year Bob and the band must be taking a rest. This year we will spend with our little family (who live within 75 miles of us so we get to see them often so don't judge me that I chose Bob over the kids for Thanksgiving a few times). Bob and the Band have just finished playing 100 gigs in the last year through Europe, the UK, Ireland and Scandinavia. We travelled for the first time to Europe since the Pandemic began and saw 2 shows in Amsterdam. Oh and we stopped for a week in Paris too. There we were flaneurs of the highest order. Bob is 81 years old and still amazing. Sharing himself and bringing his show to the people is his job and he can still do it so well. And you Garrison, you have that same dedication to your job. I hope you roll back to Milwaukee soon. Take Care and Be Well. Have a Happy Thanksgiving!
You are the one who, on Thanksgiving, would tell us stories of kind families gathered round the table, the roasted turkey inserted in the middle, and with praying hands, we all read your Thanksgiving Prayer, and ended it with your perfect sacred prayer-quip: "....More we do no need, Amen!" Indeed! It's all there!
God bless you, Mr. K. And another new heart-fixed and filled Happy Thanksgving to You! Amen!
You’re a national treasure, and the world is so much better because you’re in it, sanding off the rough edges with your gracious humor, and encouraging invitations to embrace life, place, friends, music. When I might struggle, I go to Lake Woebegone and look for Bruno—or stop by the Chatterbox Cafe for coffee. Someday I might not find relief, someday—but so far I’ve never been disappointed! Blessings to you with your new heart valve—and best wishes!
I’ve always wondered why Benjamin Franklin thought the turkey should be the national bird. Without dressing, gravy and cranberries, there isn’t much to recommend the bird. For at least 40 years, I’ve tried to turn leftovers into decent soup. On a couple of occasions, I’ve almost succeeded. Maybe turkey pot pie…I’ll try that. Clearly, there are too many turkeys in Minnesota.
I agree that the domesticated turkey which we have at Thanksgiving is not great. I usually eat some once or twice a year and that is about it. But I think that Franklin might have been thinking of the wild turkey. People say that they are much more flavorable when cooked.
But I am not a fan of any kind of wild game so that leaves me out. A slice or two per year of the bland domestic bird is enought for me.
But should we pick the national bird on the basis of how good they are to eat? Our national bird is the Bald Eagle and I don't know anyone who eats them.
That epic lunch - more about, please. Who ate what, who said what, who served what. Woody Allen it all up for us.
I had one of those once. We sat through 2 seatings and the waitresses were grinning mysteriously and we didn't touch our food so had to assure them the food was fine and more tea please. I was privileged to leave a huge tip to make it up to them. It lasted 17 years, which was the difference between our ages, so I don't know if that's a Rule or what.
Only we native Minnesotans (I was born and raised there, lived there '40-'62' and then again '99-'04) realize what the turkey capital of the turkey State is: Wllmar, about 70 miles due west of the Twin Cities. So it was LOL when I read of the west wind inundating the Twins with a turkey tsunami.
My memories of Thanksgiving are of the wonderful dinners with a couple dozen different dishes on the table. When I was a senior in high school (Mpls. Edison, '58) this shy nerd was chosen for the senior spotlight in the biweekly school newspaper (The Record), I chose Holiday Dinners for favorite food. Everyone else had been saying pizza which I had not eaten yet, even with Mama Totinos just a mile away (I did eat my first pizza there a couple of years later and have been a fan ever since). Still, Thanksgiving dinners rule.
That thing about Ben Franklin wanting the turkey to be the national bird...(?)...it's a myth. He stated the turkey was..."a much more respectable Bird, and withal a true original Native of America...He is besides, though a little vain & silly, a Bird of Courage". He didn't think much of the bald eagle, writing..."The Bald Eagle...is a Bird of bad moral Character. He does not get his Living honestly…[he] is too lazy to fish for himself."
I've encountered turkeys in the wild. They strut about oddly, then seem to notice someone is watching, and run away.
There is a flock of wild turkeys who have decided that our backyard is a Good Place. They wander around all day, pecking the lawn, and fly up into the pines at the edge of the woods at night. They're fine little besties, even though the males do look both glorious and silly during the mating season, as they puff themselves up as much as possible and do little dances designed to attract the hens and intimidate their rivals... very amusing entertainment (or perhaps I'm just easily amused). No Turkey on the menu, here, we're having nutloaf. 😉 Happy Thanksgiving day, everyone!
I'm convinced there's $$$ to be made with a GPS Lady App that invokes a spousal perspective: "No, no, no...I told you to turn back at the bridge...why don't you ever listen?"
I mentioned this to my wife but she didn't think it was a good idea.
Happy Thanksgiving Mr. Keillor, with all the joy and goodies that go with it to you and yours! Blessings to the two of you....I thank you for all you do....
As you Garrison, my partner is much more popular the me. On social media when I post her anything, human beings come out of the woodwork it would seem to show her support. I on the other hand get a little smile and maybe a nod. Happy Thanksgiving to you and all who you love and love you back Garrison.
Now mostly, I need stitches (from your self-whatever-logy... I am a hugger, and I understand that there are points where I must turn the inclination into a passionless warm grip or pat. As for hope, I watched Madam speaker back off graciously and then my better half drove us to Durham ridge, where the plow has performed, the snow was parted, and the view north to Mt Washington was obscured by (maybe) turkey feathers...Bless us on our way.
Obviously a fellow Mainer (I'm formerly a native Minnesotan. We only got an inch of snow in Orono but those Minnesotans sent us all that cold air as well.
Wonderful GK!, I’m checking email from Portugal and read your post and both laughed and was happily weepy by its conclusion. Your limerick nails it down. Bravo! I’ll share this with my Better Half with whom I celebrate 30 years. We see you in the neighborhood and remember Dock’s on bway & 90th fondly, too. Wishing you & yours a bountiful thanksgiving.
When I think about all of the people who have helped me along the way to this my 79th year a sort of pie chart forms in my mind.
Parents, teachers and friends occupy wedges in varying sizes but then there is a slim, scarlet slice that, though comparatively small, stands out and shoots directly to the center...to the heart.
It is you, Garrison, and all the years of happiness you have brought to me through your radio broadcasts, books, live shows (I have been twice) and online writing.
My sons, now 43 and 45, grew up spending Saturday evenings with you as our little family gathered for supper with “A Prairie Home Companion” playing. Some subliminal part of those broadcasts must have lodged deeply in their developing brains and so you became a sliver in their pie charts too. Today they are fine men.
For me every day is thanksgiving and today I send back to you a thank you, thank you, thank you.
I'm 82 tomorrow and I agree with you (however I was never able to go to a live concert).
some of us are not as lucky as you with husband/wife choices, but we are still grateful that we have a BFF and thankful for our families. Our children and grandchildren and their new progressive thoughts and lifestyles teach us that life goes on and nothing remains static. Out my living room windows I have seen a flock of wild turkeys roaming the streets of the east side of Milwaukee hunting and pecking for food. Those turkeys are grateful that they won't be on our tables next week. They are safe down by Lake Michigan. To my knowledge, hunting isn't allowed on city streets here. For the past three/four? years we have been in NYC for 10 days at Thanksgiving time for the Bob Dylan Residency at The Beacon. This year Bob and the band must be taking a rest. This year we will spend with our little family (who live within 75 miles of us so we get to see them often so don't judge me that I chose Bob over the kids for Thanksgiving a few times). Bob and the Band have just finished playing 100 gigs in the last year through Europe, the UK, Ireland and Scandinavia. We travelled for the first time to Europe since the Pandemic began and saw 2 shows in Amsterdam. Oh and we stopped for a week in Paris too. There we were flaneurs of the highest order. Bob is 81 years old and still amazing. Sharing himself and bringing his show to the people is his job and he can still do it so well. And you Garrison, you have that same dedication to your job. I hope you roll back to Milwaukee soon. Take Care and Be Well. Have a Happy Thanksgiving!
Oh, no! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!
You are the one who, on Thanksgiving, would tell us stories of kind families gathered round the table, the roasted turkey inserted in the middle, and with praying hands, we all read your Thanksgiving Prayer, and ended it with your perfect sacred prayer-quip: "....More we do no need, Amen!" Indeed! It's all there!
God bless you, Mr. K. And another new heart-fixed and filled Happy Thanksgving to You! Amen!
And "Thanks!" to all of you.....
♥️especially.
You’re a national treasure, and the world is so much better because you’re in it, sanding off the rough edges with your gracious humor, and encouraging invitations to embrace life, place, friends, music. When I might struggle, I go to Lake Woebegone and look for Bruno—or stop by the Chatterbox Cafe for coffee. Someday I might not find relief, someday—but so far I’ve never been disappointed! Blessings to you with your new heart valve—and best wishes!
I’ve always wondered why Benjamin Franklin thought the turkey should be the national bird. Without dressing, gravy and cranberries, there isn’t much to recommend the bird. For at least 40 years, I’ve tried to turn leftovers into decent soup. On a couple of occasions, I’ve almost succeeded. Maybe turkey pot pie…I’ll try that. Clearly, there are too many turkeys in Minnesota.
I agree that the domesticated turkey which we have at Thanksgiving is not great. I usually eat some once or twice a year and that is about it. But I think that Franklin might have been thinking of the wild turkey. People say that they are much more flavorable when cooked.
But I am not a fan of any kind of wild game so that leaves me out. A slice or two per year of the bland domestic bird is enought for me.
But should we pick the national bird on the basis of how good they are to eat? Our national bird is the Bald Eagle and I don't know anyone who eats them.
With kindest regards.
Thank you, Jenny and of course the donor pig too!
That epic lunch - more about, please. Who ate what, who said what, who served what. Woody Allen it all up for us.
I had one of those once. We sat through 2 seatings and the waitresses were grinning mysteriously and we didn't touch our food so had to assure them the food was fine and more tea please. I was privileged to leave a huge tip to make it up to them. It lasted 17 years, which was the difference between our ages, so I don't know if that's a Rule or what.
Only we native Minnesotans (I was born and raised there, lived there '40-'62' and then again '99-'04) realize what the turkey capital of the turkey State is: Wllmar, about 70 miles due west of the Twin Cities. So it was LOL when I read of the west wind inundating the Twins with a turkey tsunami.
My memories of Thanksgiving are of the wonderful dinners with a couple dozen different dishes on the table. When I was a senior in high school (Mpls. Edison, '58) this shy nerd was chosen for the senior spotlight in the biweekly school newspaper (The Record), I chose Holiday Dinners for favorite food. Everyone else had been saying pizza which I had not eaten yet, even with Mama Totinos just a mile away (I did eat my first pizza there a couple of years later and have been a fan ever since). Still, Thanksgiving dinners rule.
That thing about Ben Franklin wanting the turkey to be the national bird...(?)...it's a myth. He stated the turkey was..."a much more respectable Bird, and withal a true original Native of America...He is besides, though a little vain & silly, a Bird of Courage". He didn't think much of the bald eagle, writing..."The Bald Eagle...is a Bird of bad moral Character. He does not get his Living honestly…[he] is too lazy to fish for himself."
I've encountered turkeys in the wild. They strut about oddly, then seem to notice someone is watching, and run away.
There is a flock of wild turkeys who have decided that our backyard is a Good Place. They wander around all day, pecking the lawn, and fly up into the pines at the edge of the woods at night. They're fine little besties, even though the males do look both glorious and silly during the mating season, as they puff themselves up as much as possible and do little dances designed to attract the hens and intimidate their rivals... very amusing entertainment (or perhaps I'm just easily amused). No Turkey on the menu, here, we're having nutloaf. 😉 Happy Thanksgiving day, everyone!
I'm convinced there's $$$ to be made with a GPS Lady App that invokes a spousal perspective: "No, no, no...I told you to turn back at the bridge...why don't you ever listen?"
I mentioned this to my wife but she didn't think it was a good idea.
There is a man from Minnesota,
Has great wit and seldom wrong.
Tells strange and far out stories,
And then often bursts into song.
Happy Thanksgiving Mr. Keillor, with all the joy and goodies that go with it to you and yours! Blessings to the two of you....I thank you for all you do....