Revelation & Memory: Garrison Keillor
Saw Garrison Keillor last night. Not his show; just him, solo except for a short set with a local guitarist.
He was very much himself: baggy suit, long red tie, long red socks, red tennis shoes.
He told stories and sang songs for two hours straight. The Durham Performing Arts Center was pretty well filled, mostly with those of or near his age.
He and I are in the same generation, born only months apart. That relates to my big revelation about him, which will be disclosed here presently, along with a big recollection . . .