Posted By: K on Tuesday, August 19, 2008
The worst part about reading Garrison here is that when I open my local paper tomorrow morning or the next day, I will have already read that one. I love this work; metaphysical clods flying through the air, barkers in my own head. I need a tractor. And a llama.Thanks for all that observed goodness, Mr. Keillor. Be seein' you on Saturday in Lake Woebegone. Say hello to Mrs. Sundberg.Mrs. Nye