You know we all have our hero’s and Garrison Keillor happens to be one of mine — I have often contempleted why, since I have never met the man or even been to one of his shows, yet I feel I know him a little – or maybe he knows me – being a native of Lake Wobegon originally, being a member of that society of good people – rubarb pie people – Yes, those are my people, who in winter identified themselves with hand jestures because it is to cold to talk – Strong people that work together, drink together and pray together then go home and talk about each other, but all in good taste, you know – “Did you see Margaret Hansen? She was making eyes at Ollie Walters, I wonder if Mrs. Walters took notice?” Yes, those are my people – so when Garrsion starts talking I feel right at home so much so I pour a cup of coffee and pull a frozen chocalate chip cookie out of the freezer and quietly listen – that is my ticket home, that is a time of reflection- I have thought alot about this and I don’t think it is the red shoes or the suit that do it for me, no, I think not. But, I do believe it is the manner of speaking and the tone of his voice, yes I do believe that is it, the thing that calls me back to listen again and again. It calms me that voice. It calms me like the vision of those church steeples when approaching Lake Wobegon knowing I will find, good, strong people waiting there. bkm 2009 I left Minnesota in 1971 – but like most things in our childhood the good remains – and the memories of my Lake Wobegon life will be forever with me.