Be grateful too that no one on the platform had time to whip out their cellphone camera and take a video of the subway car that had mysteriously sprouted a head. I’m sure we would have seen that by now on one or more of the sociopathic media platforms.
I was stuck this morning until I saw the sunrise as I read this magnificent message. The expansiveness of space, our short time in this universe and the kindness of strangers is how everyone should begin each day. I’ll make this day count-and thanks for the fantastic message!
Don't you just love the stupid mistakes we make? The half-cocked ideas, the want for something that bites you in the keester later, the attraction to something you have no business being attracted to. Then, after following through with the cockamamie ideas, you happen to see Saturn in a $50 telescope in your backyard. Then you wonder what's wrong with you and go through a brief period of self evaluation. Been there done that.
Sitting in traffic one day it dawned on me that while we have advanced from rock throwing Neanderthals to traveling at high speed or sitting still in shiny metal boxes, we are all just meat suits on a very tiny rock hoping that gravity continues to do its job and a giant Texas sized space rock doesn't slam into our sweet little Terra, rendering all of us to ashes. Our little planet gets pummeled every day by things from the heavens and one of them could end us all, yet we go about our day complaining about this guy and that guy. Insignificant twits.
Going to St. Michaels Roman Catholic church as a teen and later an adult was good for me. Now these days I don't see the inside of church often and here in North Carolina, and you can't throw a stone without hitting a church. But scripture sticks with me and I find myself looking at the alter usually on Christmas Eve. Now in my 60's, the brevity you speak of is in plain sight. And those moments in the congregation bring me joy and a bit of melancholy.
We republicans aren't bad people. We're okay with many things and we appreciate all that is traditional, all that we have held as sacred for so many decades and you have seen this as you have said. We all understand life is short and we must do the best we can with what we got. And if it doesn't work out, have a bar-b-que and invite friends, we'll get over it.
But of course if your the type to go around getting stuck in Subway doors, well... you're invited too and we'll poke fun at you and make you feel like part of the family.
We were in the audience at the Ryman. Thank you for the rendition of "How Great Thou Art". It was my father's favorite hymn, and he would often be heard singing it with all his heart around the house. And thank you for reminding me of the basic goodness of most people. May you have a happy 80th birthday.
You set the pace for the day! By the bye, I have missed many subway stops because I was usually reading one of your books, David Sedaris or Mary Oliver. Not as painful as getting my head stuck tween doors, but I've had to do the sudden realization dance and return a couple of stops! Vreeland said it best "worse things happen at sea." Thank you, GK!
As a liberal living in a Red state, I can assure you that the audience who would show up to see you is undoubtedly full of people who are hungry for your irreverent wit. They are not okay with their state legislatures outlawing abortion rights or studiously ignoring climate change, and they understand how generations of inequities have rendered Black and Brown people second-class citizens. We know that you’re a great humorist who sticks his neck out for these values and we’re glad to see you live and in person!
Glad you came out ahead from that incident! I am from Tennessee - stolen land with a heritage of slavery - but have actually spent a few nights in Fish Creek, Wisconsin. Door County is wonderful for visitors seeking charm and natural beauty and escape from the worst of the new heat, but it too was stolen at some point.
I hope you have a harmonious audience there. They should know all the lyrics.
I’m sure that you are aware that Francis Scott Key did not write My Country ‘Tis of thee, but just wanted to note that the man who did write the lyrics was not a slave owner.
You lived to tell the tale, thankfully. Death by subway doors would have been a pretty undignified way to begin the next great journey. Although, you have to appreciate the transportation connection.
Mr. Keillor - based on the comments here and my thoughts as well, I'd say you are to something! First time in quite awhile that I felt you speaking to my heart of hearts! Getting out and speaking to the 'folks' has done you some good:)
Glad you made it!!!!
Good morning Mr. Keillor. If only all leaders, what ever that means, would be as clear thinking as this mornings message, well there now.
Be grateful too that no one on the platform had time to whip out their cellphone camera and take a video of the subway car that had mysteriously sprouted a head. I’m sure we would have seen that by now on one or more of the sociopathic media platforms.
Do you think your height had anything to do with the 'guillotine effect'?
I was stuck this morning until I saw the sunrise as I read this magnificent message. The expansiveness of space, our short time in this universe and the kindness of strangers is how everyone should begin each day. I’ll make this day count-and thanks for the fantastic message!
Yet again, Garrison Keillor, you capture what troubles me with words & ideas that make me think 🤔 it’s going to be okay. 👍 Thank you. ☺️
Loved today's column ... no surprise! xx's
Don't you just love the stupid mistakes we make? The half-cocked ideas, the want for something that bites you in the keester later, the attraction to something you have no business being attracted to. Then, after following through with the cockamamie ideas, you happen to see Saturn in a $50 telescope in your backyard. Then you wonder what's wrong with you and go through a brief period of self evaluation. Been there done that.
Sitting in traffic one day it dawned on me that while we have advanced from rock throwing Neanderthals to traveling at high speed or sitting still in shiny metal boxes, we are all just meat suits on a very tiny rock hoping that gravity continues to do its job and a giant Texas sized space rock doesn't slam into our sweet little Terra, rendering all of us to ashes. Our little planet gets pummeled every day by things from the heavens and one of them could end us all, yet we go about our day complaining about this guy and that guy. Insignificant twits.
Going to St. Michaels Roman Catholic church as a teen and later an adult was good for me. Now these days I don't see the inside of church often and here in North Carolina, and you can't throw a stone without hitting a church. But scripture sticks with me and I find myself looking at the alter usually on Christmas Eve. Now in my 60's, the brevity you speak of is in plain sight. And those moments in the congregation bring me joy and a bit of melancholy.
We republicans aren't bad people. We're okay with many things and we appreciate all that is traditional, all that we have held as sacred for so many decades and you have seen this as you have said. We all understand life is short and we must do the best we can with what we got. And if it doesn't work out, have a bar-b-que and invite friends, we'll get over it.
But of course if your the type to go around getting stuck in Subway doors, well... you're invited too and we'll poke fun at you and make you feel like part of the family.
We were in the audience at the Ryman. Thank you for the rendition of "How Great Thou Art". It was my father's favorite hymn, and he would often be heard singing it with all his heart around the house. And thank you for reminding me of the basic goodness of most people. May you have a happy 80th birthday.
May you keep your wit intact and your head screwed on tight. Thank God the universe is big. It’s a temporary state that things are so…
Hyperpolitical
Green Eggs and Ham,
Though still okay,
Will not be read
To you today.
And neither will
Huck Finn, we say!
History is now
Obfuscated..
Books, films, statues,
Eradicated!
All things will be
Reviewed each day.
You set the pace for the day! By the bye, I have missed many subway stops because I was usually reading one of your books, David Sedaris or Mary Oliver. Not as painful as getting my head stuck tween doors, but I've had to do the sudden realization dance and return a couple of stops! Vreeland said it best "worse things happen at sea." Thank you, GK!
As a liberal living in a Red state, I can assure you that the audience who would show up to see you is undoubtedly full of people who are hungry for your irreverent wit. They are not okay with their state legislatures outlawing abortion rights or studiously ignoring climate change, and they understand how generations of inequities have rendered Black and Brown people second-class citizens. We know that you’re a great humorist who sticks his neck out for these values and we’re glad to see you live and in person!
Glad you came out ahead from that incident! I am from Tennessee - stolen land with a heritage of slavery - but have actually spent a few nights in Fish Creek, Wisconsin. Door County is wonderful for visitors seeking charm and natural beauty and escape from the worst of the new heat, but it too was stolen at some point.
I hope you have a harmonious audience there. They should know all the lyrics.
Jon Densford
I’m sure that you are aware that Francis Scott Key did not write My Country ‘Tis of thee, but just wanted to note that the man who did write the lyrics was not a slave owner.
You lived to tell the tale, thankfully. Death by subway doors would have been a pretty undignified way to begin the next great journey. Although, you have to appreciate the transportation connection.
Mr. Keillor - based on the comments here and my thoughts as well, I'd say you are to something! First time in quite awhile that I felt you speaking to my heart of hearts! Getting out and speaking to the 'folks' has done you some good:)