Garrison Keillor

Goodbye, winter, and hello, youth and beauty

My friends, let us march into March

Oh, what a beautiful blizzard

Don’t let your deal go down

It’s almost March, time to head north

Some problems turn out to be gifts

Enough about you, let’s talk about me

Unitarians thinking it over

The tyranny of obscene vulgarity

A few Midwestern maxims to remember

Our enemies have light in their eyes

The one-armed man at the concert

We’re turning a corner, friends

The old guy hits the deck

The old man’s winter night

Watching the world fall apart

Watching the ball drop

Gearing up to go on the road

The blessing of Christmas pickles

The simple gifts of Christmas

Returning to a generous place

An afternoon at the library

Back home in Minnesota

Thinking ahead to Christmas

My Thanksgiving visitors

On the road looking for history

A Prairie Home Companion Christmas Program

On the road in Old Montrose

The storyteller hits the road

One more thing to think about

A happy old man looks over his shoulder

The game, the Holy Spirit, the long line of hope

Enough about you, let’s talk about me

How many truckloads does it take?

A week back home on the river

Winter comes to Minnesota, one hopes

Skip the patty-cake, poke ’em in the snoot

Life goes on, we watch the lampposts passing

Your civics teacher will speak now

A word of advice from your elder

The perils of a summer September

A quiet weekend on the Upper West Side

The pleasure of talking to Sarah

Balcony at night, looking at Manhattan

September, wishing I had me a Pronto Pup

A trip to the land of old paint and new art

A cheerful column, read it aloud

The workings of the mind explained

Suddenly last Tuesday a bright light shone

A few thoughts in time for Labor Day