High Point, NC
Garrison Keillor and the Hopeful Gospel Quartet (Robin & Linda Williams, Prudence Johnson with Dan Chouinard) comes to the High Point Theatre for an Evening of poetry, gospel, sing-alongs and the News from Lake Wobegon. Tickets $60-$40
Garrison Keillor and the Hopeful Gospel Quartet (Robin & Linda Williams, Prudence Johnson with Dan Chouinard) comes to the Waynes Theatre for an Evening of poetry, gospel, sing-alongs and the News from Lake Wobegon. 7:00PM $55 reserved
Garrison Keillor and the Hopefuls (Robin and Linda Williams) comes to the Carrollton Cultural Arts Center for an Evening of poetry, gospel, sing-alongs and the News from Lake Wobegon. Tickets $30 reserved/ $10 children
Carrollton, GA Luncheon
Garrison Keillor will join guests for a casual Luncheon in the Lobby of the Carrollton Cultural Arts Center, where he will talk about how it all began and where he thinks he is going. Tickets: $45
Garrison Keillor Tonight with opener Debi Smith comes to The Birchmere in Alexandria, VA for an Evening of poetry, Sing-alongs and the News from Lake Wobegon. Tickets $45.00.
The bleachers are deserted, the lights have all gone dark
The field is empty, no names on the scorecard.
Nobody yelling “hot dogs” tonight at the ballpark.
I sit out in the backyard with my Twins cap on my head,
Relaxing in my lawn chair but the radio is dead—
Nothing there but music, I guess I’ll go to bed.
I wake up in the morning, feeling low and mean—
Nothing in the paper, no box score to be seen.
My corn flakes taste like cardboard, my coffee’s kerosene.
Am I living in America, is this the month of June—
No baseball games, I feel like I am living on the moon
Nighttime doesn’t follow daytime, and there is no afternoon.
If the paper’s not delivered, I wouldn’t bat an eye—
The radio is busted, I wouldn’t wonder why—
But I can’t go to the ballgame, I just sit alone and cry.
My darling brings me hot dogs, my darling brings me beer,
She says, “Let’s play Monopoly.” I say, “Let’s not, my dear.
It’ll make me think of baseball and the way it disappeared.”
Somewhere there is laughter, and the little songbirds call.
Somewhere hearts are happy, somewhere people have a ball,
But there is no joy in Mudville, no, there is no joy at all.