Friday, October 15, 2010
Garrison Keillors
I have a pair of bright red tennis shoes that I call my Garrison Keillors (named for the great story teller and host of Prairie Home Companion because he often wears red tennis shoes.) I love to wear them because they always seem to give me a little spring in my step, like I'm actually walking in the footsteps of one of my heroes. I can remember long car rides to Nana and Papa's house when Dad would turn on NPR and we'd "have" to listen to "dumb" Prairie Home companion, all the while I would secretly hang on every word, getting lost in the sentimentality and silliness. Now I listen every Sunday that I can, usually on my way to church, and the sound of his warm, grandfatherly voice just makes me feel like home, even in the midst of LA traffic. Now THAT is true storytelling -- to be able to captivate and transport your audience to another time and place so well that they don't even care about the bat crazy, honk happy, Rolls Royce driving masses in Beverly Hills. I hope to be like Garrison in that way some day - but for now I will just take joy in wearing my shoes that I've named for him:)
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Every one of these posts is a welcomed escape from the everyday noise of blah. Keep up the storytelling! And then buy me a cabin up in Lake Wobegone :)
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