A Time for Garrison Keillor

I haven’t written much in this journal of mine. Sometimes we get too big headed to remember where our friends truly are. This quarantine is exquisite, but hard.  Working from home while keeping a home seems like it should be so easy, geographically at least. Alas, Spring is not the idea time to start homeschooling kids.  At least there’s planting to do and baking and other chores which make us feel like Laura Ingalls Wilder.

And nothing truly terrible has happened to me. Jeez, not by a long shot. Corpse Flower was NOT funded by Saul Zaentz which was a disappointment, but I am damn glad to love a project so much that it hurts to fail. So much of this project has seemed like fate that I half-believe it’s the corpse flower wills itself into existence one way or another.

But today I took a moment to visit the Writer’s Almanac. Have you forgotten it already? I needed it. It called to me through through the interwebs to seek it out. And there it was, a calm in the twitterstorm.  I noticed in a letter to his reader, Garrison Keillor mentioned that people found his show–more likely his voice-to be soothing.  I do.  It is. So here’s a link to The Writer’s Almanac. .

I recall that Garrison was swept up in allegations of impropriety. I am sad if it’s factual. He advocates for poetry for god sakes, so listen to him or at least the poets.  I’m not asking you to marry the guy or open his mail. Laura Ingalls Wilder’s reputation isn’t doing so well these days either.  But this is a pandemic after all, and no matter how much hand washing we do, we can’t expect to come out of this life with our hands clean.