Believe it or not, I used to be rather cool. This was before you were born, probably, but I have pictures. I was aloof and enigmatic, unsmiling, and I liked the monosyllabic. Someone said,…
Posts published in “Garrison Keillor”
I had a dramatic dream last week, a dream about a man in a white suit twisting my damaged left arm, the one I’m still carrying in a sling after breaking the shoulder, and…
I am severely irked by the silver security foil protecting the tip of my tube of toothpaste, which I must pry off with my thumbnail before I can squeeze Colgate onto my toothbrush. It…
I couldn’t sleep last Saturday night due to anxiety caused by rewinding various lowlights of my long life that hit me like a brick and I lay in bed and watched the hours go…
I am a very fortunate man of 83, deeply indebted to American medicine, still in possession of the marbles I need even though two weeks ago I took a bad fall in a hotel…
I had a good conversation Saturday with a college student named Emily, a rare pleasure for an old man like me, most of my social life is spent with geriatrics eager to talk about…
I left the snowy paradise of Minnesota Saturday and flew to sodden L.A. where heavy rains are making hillsides slide into the canyons and arroyos, which is not a problem on the prairie thanks…
We stood at the window, my love and I, and heard the fireworks whomping and racketing away over Times Square at precisely midnight last Wednesday, as 2026 arrived and like many people my age…
The Christmas blues hit me early this year, right around 10 p.m. on the 24th in church. The readings from Scripture were good and we sang Schubert’s beautiful Sanctus and various well-loved carols and…
I flew back to Minnesota just in time for a classic hard Minnesota freeze like the ones of my childhood, when you walk out the door and the cold hits you like a board…