I Have Reared, Or Helped To Rear,

I Spent Part Of My College Years In A Marxist Commune. I Was Not A Marxist. I Wasn't Even Pretending To Be One. I Was A Marxist-in-law.

The Fact Is That The Same Sequence Of Days Can Arrange Themselves Into A Number Of Different Stories.

When I Came Home For The Summer After My First Year Of College, I Told My Mother That My Best Friend And I Were Driving To California. She Laughed Out Loud - 2,000 Miles In A What? Well, My Best Friend Had An Old Chevy. What Could Go Wrong?

Many Said That Now There Was No Hope Of Salvation, For A Man Might Do Anything And Be In The Wrong. There Was No Way To Tell. It Was Better To Stay On The Steading And Mind The Cows And Be Content With Such Days As Are Left To One And Cease To Wonder About Life Everlasting.

In His 30 Years Of Broadcasting And Publishing Fiction, Garrison Keillor Has Set The Laugh Bar Pretty High.