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The Writer's Almanac with Garrison Keillor: Episodes

Every two years he traded them in (“As soon as the ashtrays get full,” he said with good humor); always a sedate four-door sedan, always a Buick, always dark as the inside of a tomb. Then one spring Grandfather took off to trade, returned, parked proudly in the driveway. “Shave-and-a-haircut, ...
the only things I remember about New York City in the summer are the fire escapes and how the people go out on the fire escapes in the evening when the sun is setting on the other side of the buildings and some stretch out and sleep there while others sit quietly where it&#8217;s cool.... <a class="excerpt-read-more" ...
He was a big man, says the size of his shoes on a pile of broken dishes by the house; a tall man too, says the length of the bed in an upstairs room; and a good, God-fearing man, says the Bible with a broken back on the floor below the window, dusty with sun;... <a class="excerpt-read-more" href="http://writersalmanac.org/episodes/20150530/" ...
In a kitchen where mushrooms were washed, the mushroom scent lingers. As the sea must keep for a long time the scent of the whale. As a person who&#8217;s once loved completely, a country once conquered, does not release that stunned knowledge. They must want to be found, those strange-shaped, rising ...
At first I sent you a postcard From every city I went to. Grüsse aus Bath, aus Birmingham, Aus Rotterdam, aus Tel Aviv. Mit Liebe. Cards from you arrived In English, with many commas. Hope, you&#8217;re fine and still alive, Says one from Hong Kong. By that time We weren&#8217;t writing quite as often. ...
The cat on the back of the sofa Watching the birds and squirrels Feed and frolic on the patio Outside the sliding glass window, Realizes he is living his life In a cage Only slightly larger than that Of the parakeet. Courtesy of his loving (themselves) owners, Who have bought his freedom From the pet... ...
He was a bad dog, and he did not care. When nature called he stood and lifted there. He chewed socks, rugs, and shoes, the rungs of chairs. Put on a leash, he locked his legs. He would not budge. Asleep, he barked and chased what was not there. Awake, he barked and chased what... <a class="excerpt-read-more" ...
No one&#8217;s remembered much longer than a rock is remembered beside the road If he&#8217;s lucky or Some tune or harsh word uttered in childhood or back in the day. Still how nice to imagine some kid someday picking that rock up and holding it in his hand Briefly before he chucks it Deep in... <a ...
On this date many things happened. Governments were heaved into being, creeds were repeated, maps and speeches given and believed. There was quiet on this date. A little boy lived. There was sleep, and one birdcall stitched all the way through. On this date there was longing. Someone walked through a ...
Years ago I had an old pea jacket Slightly scruffy but not unclean was my overall look and I lacked the easy assurance that comes with money because I had very little It was okay, not having money I wasn’t starving or lacking anything I needed though by contemporary standards I should have been envious... ...
The rain that came down last night in sheets of shaken foil while thunder trundled over the Bay and crooked spears of lightning splintered trees is rising now up stalks, lengthening leaves that wave their new bright banners tender as petals, seventeen shades of green pushing into sun. The soil feels ...
At my daughter&#8217;s Catholic school there is a blessing of the animals at which the children line up with their fat hamsters and gauzy goldfish, their dogs so old they can barely climb the hill. They bring their cats with bald patches and their lizards sleeping in cages under a fake sun. In the line... ...
A rough sound was polished until it became a smoother sound, which was polished until it became music. Then the music was polished until it became the memory of a night in Venice when tears of the sea fell from the Bridge of Sighs, which in turn was polished until it ceased to be and... <a class="excerpt-read-more" ...
It was as if while I was driving down a one-lane dirt road with tall pines on both sides the landscape had a syntax similar to that of our language and as I moved along a long sentence was being spoken on the right and another on the left and I thought Maybe the landscape... <a class="excerpt-read-more" ...
No more than a week and the leaves have all come out on the ash trees now they are more than half open on the ancient walnuts standing alone in the field reaching up through the mute amazement of age they have uncurled on the oaks from hands small as the eyelids of birds and... <a class="excerpt-read-more" ...
With love so sudden and so sweet, Her face it bloomed like a sweet flower And stole my heart away complete. My face turned pale as deadly pale. My legs refused to walk away, And when she looked, what could I ail? My life and all seemed turned to clay. And then my blood rushed... <a class="excerpt-read-more" ...
I remember the lakes of my Michigan childhood. Here they are called ponds. Lakes belonged to summer, two-week vacations that my father was granted by Westinghouse when we rented some cabin. Never mind the dishes with spiderweb cracks, the crooked aluminum sauce pans, the crusted black frying pans. Never ...
When from our better selves we have too long Been parted by the hurrying world, and droop, Sick of its business, of its pleasures tired, How gracious, how benign is Solitude! —Hermit Deep in the bosom of the Wilderness; Votary (in vast Cathedral, where no foot Is treading and no other face is seen) ...
On account of my knees I thought a camel would be appropriate: I could be helped on and eventually off again. Have you ever got on a camel? They go down for you on their own padded knees and close their eyes while they wait for you to be set in place, like priests waiting... <a class="excerpt-read-more" ...
There was a show on TV called You Asked For It. Viewers would write in and ask to see unusual things, such as the world&#8217;s greatest slingshot expert. I watched it every week on our humble Motorola, although the only episode I can remember now is the one about the slingshot expert. He was a... <a ...
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