My freshman year in college, 1982, and I'm gathered with a family
in a house
in a forest
. We're listening to A Prairie Home Companion on the radio - my first experience of what would become a lifelong
Saturday evening or Sunday morning tradtion.
I look back and realize I've been listening to Garrison Keillor
for almost 20 years now. His voice
me from college
to blind wanderings about the country to career building ambitions in foreign lands
. I can't say how many things in my life have remained the same
for twenty years. Media has changed, that is for certain. We used to record the program with cassette
tapes. Now I have a CD Player
and am seriously considering a DVD Player
. And the web
! What a great idea!!
But what has stayed the same? Well, the last trip I took to Florida I was on an airplane
that was built in 1972. So American Airlines
from those years have grown away from me. Or I grew away from them. Most likely, it's a mutual
. About ten new children
have been born into my family since my freshman year in college.
Same, same - must think of what is the same. But it's all so different!! Even I am different
. Thankfully, happily different. What is the same?
hasn't changed. Minutes, hours, days, years have not gone metric. The trees
haven't changed - they are still elms, oaks, etc. But their number and health is changing.
has gone through changes, but his voice remains on the radio every Saturday night, bringing comfort
and a deep faith in the value of life
. Thank you Garrison!