Keillor: Tilting and whirling at the state fair
The state fair is an escape from digitology and other obsessions, phobias and intolerances, also a vacation from the presidential election which has obsessed many people I know.
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Keillor: Thoughts of a Republican presidential candidate, wide awake at 2 a.m.
The cap does not look good on you, it's a duffer's cap, and when you come to the microphone, you look like the warm-up guy.
Keillor: Summer in the city
July. Back home, the lightning bugs are out, flashing each other, then mating, and then the males die. After sex, what's left for a firefly guy? Nothing.
Keillor: Let’s make tomatoes great, America
I have been eating six fresh tomatoes a day for the past month and women cannot keep their hands off me. It's gotten to where I must sneak down to...
Keillor: My 70s are my new 30s
Life is short enough without wasting big swatches of it on self-pity and despair and that is why I skipped my 30s and tacked that decade onto my 60s when...
Keillor: The peril of prominence and Mr. Btfsplk
So much of what one expects to be a great honor turns out to be a moment of exquisite public shame.
Keillor: What wasn’t said on our Memorial Day
We trooped off to the Memorial Day service in light sprinkles Monday and listened to the speeches and wished it would rain hard, for the interest.
Keillor: What to do for the next six months?
The Republican Party constabulary has rushed to embrace Mr. Btfsplk, a man whom they loathed, scorned, and despised a few months ago.