He sounds fresh every time and can sing-speak a tripping twenty-minute maniacal monologue of non-stop tongue-twisters, never bungling a beat, word, or cue. Would you ever rhyme again? He was coming close so I fiddled in my bag, head down, madly searching for my camera when I noticed red tennis shoes right in front of me. Not much was stashed away in anticipation of company, e. I could've sneaked a peek at his email address but it seemed invasive.
GK had us transported to his private domain from the Fitzgerald Theater, to banquet tables of fantastic food under canopies on his lawn. He sang goofy tunes and tearjerker ballads - of unrequited love, young love, misguided love - and recited love poems as he meandered through the multitudes in his white suit and red tie.
Garrison Keillor #WeekendTryst
Entertainment Garrison Keillor St. What was I thinking? Alas, there was this problem: I watched him pose for snapshots and shoot the breeze with each, in his patient, kind, steady, Norwegian way. I was halfway into the queue of visitors eager to speak with him, touch him. You may need an extra poem for your blowout retirement extravaganza at the Hollywood Bowl. He had two whole shelves dedicated to books he'd written, most of which I'd read.