Las Vegas, NV
May 20, 2020
Garrison Keillor hits Las Vegas with a new solo show!
April 18, 2020
Garrison Keillor comes to the Rochester Civic Theatre for a night of stories, songs, poetry, and humor. Tickets $50 and up
February 19, 2020
Garrison Keillor with Heather Masse at the Dakota. Night 2 of 2. Tickets $30+
February 18, 2020
Garrison Keillor with Heather Masse at the Dakota. Night 1 of 2. Tickets $30+
Good Friday and the wind is moaning in the windows of 12B. I joined Morning Prayer on Zoom but the reading was too dark — “My mouth tastes of ashes,” that sort of lamentation — so I dropped out. We Sanctified Brethren didn’t observe Holy Week — for us, Lent was a year-round thing —and Jenny has painful childhood memories of the season, and then there’s the fact that, in this pandemic, we feel wildly fortunate to be secure in our apartment, the three of us, so mournfulness feels like an act.
He doesn’t feel sad on Good Friday.
His life is warm, sweet and tidy.
His loved ones nearby,
A coffee supply,
And it says “humorist” on his I.D.
Jenny woke up early this morning and said, “I don’t think we’re leaving here anytime soon,” but in a cheerful tone. I keep checking with friends and they all seem resilient and upbeat. Self-isolation with Jenny and Maia seems more like a reward than punishment. I lived a frantic busy life for a couple decades when I flew around the country like a crazed bat and this spring is the opposite of that, a simple peasant life in Manhattan and prose is my cash crop and we seldom look at the clock and the woman runs the show. I have work to do and that’s my good luck, made possible by mediocre grades that kept me out of med school and any skilled profession. A person’s life hangs on small ironies. And here we are. I now go back to writing my Lake Wobegon novel about the cheese epidemic. Some think it’s caused by WiFi and others think it’s a Catholic conspiracy and some think it can be prevented by upping your daily beer intake. It’s good to meet the Krebsbachs and Bunsens and Magendanzes under more dramatic circumstances. The old radio monologues tended to be sort of sleepy, I think. God bless all and color your eggs golden.