Garrison Keillor

I did a show just before Labor Day in Annapolis, across the bay from Baltimore, and it was good to look around at Druid Park and Edgar Allan Poe’s neighborhood, Fell’s Point — Poe, who gave us that midnight dreary and the raven who kept saying “Nevermore,”

I am on the road this weekend and not getting the nourishment I need, and nature tells a Minnesotan to go to the State Fair and put on weight for the long winter, which is what the Fair is about, nobody goes there to eat the Salad On A Stick and the Hummu…

Last week I got a phone call from an old friend who lives in the mountains of New Mexico and is happy there among the snakes and coyotes and birdlife and wild greenery and I listened to him rapturing about a life I would regard as a penal sentence for ser…

I am missing the Minnesota State Fair this week, too busy to fly home and go see it, but I still miss it, the giant swine in the Pig Barn, the magnificent Percherons, the Pronto Pups and deep-fried cheese curds, but I don’t have a small child to carry aro…

My old pal Suzanne Weil says, “If you’re in a good place, then everything that happened before was the right thing because it led you to the place you are now, so you should be grateful for everything,” which sounds to me like someone has been spending too

I was out on the road last week doing my one-man stand-up show, enjoying the friendliness of breakfast waitresses, appreciating fresh-made hash browns over the packaged, and sometimes they’re in a mood to talk and I hear about the kids, the autistic daugh…

I feel bad for Bill Cassidy who, if you were casting a movie, looks exactly right for the part of the honorable senator who stands up for principle against a powerful bully, and who knows that the president’s personal lawyer who maintains that the 2020 qu…

I think I speak for all Americans when I say that it’s good to have some rules and to know, after last week’s primaries, that if, in your adult life, you posted online that Thanksgiving is a celebration of colonialism and should be canceled, you’re not go…

So I’m working on a new book and then suddenly I’m engrossed in an online story about a 5-bedroom 1.5-acre, $7.5 million home for sale in the Hidden Hills gated community in L.A. and what I loathe about it compared to where I am with my sweetie, in Manhat…

The maker of my favorite candy bar, the candy I’ve loved my entire life for its salty sweetness — the Pearson’s Salted Nut Roll — is closing its only factory, on West Seventh Street in St.