Storm People

Archived | January 21, 2016 | By

Listened to the show Saturday and it was not bad. You know, I enjoy every blessed one of Mr. Keillor’s stories, but this one in particular was just plain lovely. He talked about ice fishing and how sobriety is a like a piano with three black keys that don’t work (you didn’t notice them much before, but now that they are gone things are a bit different) and storm families (I had one when I was a kid. I lived on a farm two miles from town and whenever there was dangerous weather I went to the Raethers’ farm on the edge of town not far from the school).

People are always saying there are two kinds of people, those who THIS and those who THAT. People who like lutefisk and people who don’t. People who fly and people who don’t. People who smell the roses and people who don’t. You know. Two kinds of people for just about everything.


Ordinary and Real

Archived | January 15, 2016 | By

Listened to the show Saturday and it was not bad. Spent the day inside, out of the sub-zero chill, sorting through and rearranging and putting away and cleaning up. It’s like that each year, the week or so after New Year’s Day, where there’s more light later in the day and I get it in me to put things in order and I do. Takes one’s mind off the cold, and feels pretty fine at that.



Archived | January 6, 2016 | By

Listened to the show Saturday and it was not bad. I don’t know about you, but I was pretty worn out as I listened, and it wasn’t a bad worn out, but I sure didn’t feel like doing much of anything at all. I love the holidays and the gatherings and the road trips and food and events and all, but it can be a lot and if you’re anything like me you need a stretch of nothing to just kind of gather yourself.