Interviewer:So you are not really aware of an audience, as you write, that you have to entertain in some way?
Garrison Keillor:There is an audience that listens to Prairie Home Companion, and I feel obligated to do something for them, just as you would be obligated to clean your house and make food if you had friends coming over at seven o’clock. They don’t demand that you be clever or profound, only to be in good humor, or lacking that, to be brief.
“It was February and after the temperature got up in the 30s and lifted our hopes, it slammed back down below freezing and broke our hearts. Like a waiter bringing the lobster to your table for a moment and then remembering you’re the guy who ordered the peanut butter sandwich.”—
“Duluth is our ocean port, our Amsterdam, our Naples, our San Francisco, and Superior is, as the name suggests, an above-average city, and that’s reason enough to go do a show. As a boy, I helped my dad net smelt at the mouth of the Lester River every spring, a biblical scene where God sent millions of tiny manna-like fish to help feed the poor. Duluth is imprinted in my mind as a generous city.”—
“This gorgeous whack of cold weather slapped them in the face. Suddenly, narcissism is over for a while. Welcome to the world! Here’s the world! It’s available to everybody on an equal basis — everybody is just as cold as you are. Don’t worry about it.”—Garrison ponders the stimulative effects of cold weather, in last weekend’s News from Lake Wobegon. Watch it here.
Valentine’s Day coming up on Tuesday, so love is in the air.
Cold weather returns to Lake Wobegon, the Lake Wobegon Leonards basketball team suffers a disheartening defeat, the Bunsens baptize a new granddaughter on Super Bowl Sunday, and Marilyn Tollerud tells the story of her grandfather, who outlived a dire prognosis.
“Let’s talk about coffee. Herbal tea is okay if your name is Dandelion and your wardrobe is made of hemp and you have tiny colorful songbirds who fly from room to room and you write haiku but not here in Michigan. It’s summer. Stay awake for it. If you’re depressed in Michigan, it’s because you’re drinking herbal tea. Stop that. All you need is more coffee.”—
Barely-not-quite-winter — in the 30s, low 40s, so there’s not much snow around. People are kind of cranky as well.
The Tolleruds have a gerbil loose in their house, reflections on hiding embarrassing photos and personal effects from your children, the town continues to deal with a warm winter, and Darlene defends a hair color mishap.