Garrison Keillor – Prairie Home

People sometimes inquire why a man of 80 keeps doing shows and I got the answer last week in the hills of Virginia, an outdoor… Login to continue reading Login…

COMMENTARY People sometimes inquire why a man of 80 keeps doing shows and I got the answer last week in the hills of Virginia, an… Login to continue reading Login…

I missed the Fourth of July parade with Uncle Sam striding along on stilts and a wagon drawn by Percherons with a band playing “The… Login to continue reading Login…

I’m an octogenarian from the days of the party-line telephone, back when we loved singing murder ballads in the third grade and were proud of… Login to continue reading Login…

I had lunch last week with a woman who is two months away from motherhood and it was sweet to watch her caressing the basketball… Login to continue reading Login…

I was an infant when Allied forces crossed the Channel and landed at Normandy in 1944 and none of my uncles were there, the only… Login to continue reading Login…

I had my first bratwurst of the year Friday evening, during a thunderstorm on 48th Street and Seventh Avenue, heading for a play, rain pouring down, the Broadway marquees lit up, billboards flashing, lightning overhead, and I stopped at a hot dog stand on the sidewalk, my sweetie holding an umbrella over my head, eight bucks for the brat.

I was a big shot at one time, which I knew because when I went to work at the office, twelve people suddenly got very… Login to continue reading Login…

The past is so fascinating to me now that I have so much of it and last Monday night at a New York nightclub I… Login to continue reading Login…

I salute the Hollywood writers who went out on strike this past week but I can tell you that we essayists won’t be joining them.… Login to continue reading Login…