My Father was from Edinburgh , and I got to visit there in 2001, and pose with the Portrait of my Grandfather, who was the Mayor many years ago. My Granddaughters Choir (from Portland Oregon), sang at St.Giles for a Performance, on our trip with the Choir. My Heart was so Full of Love, just being there. Thank you for a re-visit .
Your story stirred me. In my mind, I was able to follow your footsteps and enjoy the city that was my home for 30 years. I still have a son and three grandchildren there. Our paths once crossed there. Years ago, you spoke at the Book Festival. Afterwards, I waited in a long line of people wanting to thank you and get their books signed. I don’t normally wait in lines late at night but for you, I made an exception. As I waited with my copy of Wobegon Days in hand, I silently rehearsed the questions I wanted to ask. I was the last person to step forward and hold out my book for your autograph. You quickly scrawled it across the title page and before I could speak, you asked me to forgive you for not chatting for you were exhausted. I was disappointed, but I could see the truth in your eyes. But today, your words returned me to the city we both love. To imaginatively walk up from the Grassmarket with you, to sit in the balcony of Queens Hall and imagine you reading those poems, and to imagine those red haired beauties more than makes up for that disappointment. And for that, I’m grateful. Blessings on your travels Mr. Keillor.
Good morning, Garrison. A moment away from here and what I feel was a temptation to make it permanent. No, can't do that, we are Americans through and through and this too will pass. It always has. I see the beginning of something bad, really bad. Would they have attracted those Jews that fateful morning had they seen the consequences? Has Putin had second thoughts? Will those Americans ever see the light? We'll see, I guess. rr
You've inspired me, as always. To visit Scotland again, wonder at the beauty of youth and a new day, honor the simple stories of our grandparents, and admit to being crazy happy even in the face of advancing years and political turmoil
Thank you for this. I too enjoyed Edinburgh, its sights and lassies, much as you describe; though my mother’s people were Lawsons from Paisley just south of Glasgow. Alexander Lawson came over in the 1850s and started a bakery in Brooklyn, which lasted until the 1950s. They apparently left Brooklyn when the Dodgers did. When I visited Iona we sang many of those lovely sad songs. Will we sing such music after next Tuesday?
Loved your Edinburgh show. Haste ye back!
My Father was from Edinburgh , and I got to visit there in 2001, and pose with the Portrait of my Grandfather, who was the Mayor many years ago. My Granddaughters Choir (from Portland Oregon), sang at St.Giles for a Performance, on our trip with the Choir. My Heart was so Full of Love, just being there. Thank you for a re-visit .
Edinburgh loves you Garrison. Come back any time.
Looking forward to Lagrange,GA show
"Gettles". I love it! I believe I shall pronounce it like that from now on.
You were as good as ever you were at the Queens hall and your 12 minute opener was just brilliant!
Thank you for the walk through Edinburgh. Have never been but feel as though I have.
Your story stirred me. In my mind, I was able to follow your footsteps and enjoy the city that was my home for 30 years. I still have a son and three grandchildren there. Our paths once crossed there. Years ago, you spoke at the Book Festival. Afterwards, I waited in a long line of people wanting to thank you and get their books signed. I don’t normally wait in lines late at night but for you, I made an exception. As I waited with my copy of Wobegon Days in hand, I silently rehearsed the questions I wanted to ask. I was the last person to step forward and hold out my book for your autograph. You quickly scrawled it across the title page and before I could speak, you asked me to forgive you for not chatting for you were exhausted. I was disappointed, but I could see the truth in your eyes. But today, your words returned me to the city we both love. To imaginatively walk up from the Grassmarket with you, to sit in the balcony of Queens Hall and imagine you reading those poems, and to imagine those red haired beauties more than makes up for that disappointment. And for that, I’m grateful. Blessings on your travels Mr. Keillor.
I felt like I was right there with you on your walk. Thank you for sharing.
Good morning, Garrison. A moment away from here and what I feel was a temptation to make it permanent. No, can't do that, we are Americans through and through and this too will pass. It always has. I see the beginning of something bad, really bad. Would they have attracted those Jews that fateful morning had they seen the consequences? Has Putin had second thoughts? Will those Americans ever see the light? We'll see, I guess. rr
what a lucky old soul you are!
One of your best written tour descriptions ever, Gary. I loved reading it! Happy travels…happy shows. Love, Barbara.
You've inspired me, as always. To visit Scotland again, wonder at the beauty of youth and a new day, honor the simple stories of our grandparents, and admit to being crazy happy even in the face of advancing years and political turmoil
Thank you for this. I too enjoyed Edinburgh, its sights and lassies, much as you describe; though my mother’s people were Lawsons from Paisley just south of Glasgow. Alexander Lawson came over in the 1850s and started a bakery in Brooklyn, which lasted until the 1950s. They apparently left Brooklyn when the Dodgers did. When I visited Iona we sang many of those lovely sad songs. Will we sing such music after next Tuesday?
"Nothing coud be fina", we all, part of us, wins the lotto at the start huh?
Fun, Thanks
You’re a blessed Man. Thank you for sharing your blessings.