I've been listening to a good bit of Garrison Keillor lately. I find his writing and delivery to be clever, intriguing, and very skillful. Plus he's just funny.
And that's always a good thing.
It's comforting to be in my car on my way to work or errands and let his soothing voice flow over me. Another person who thinks that these words, when put together just so, mean something worth bothering with.
Here's one of his jokes I heard this morning:
A man walks into a bar with a newt perched on his shoulder.
He tells the bartender that its name is Tiny.
"Why?" the bartender asks.
"Because he's my newt!"
Caught by surprise, I actually snorted aloud. Ah, the joy of bad jokes and good words.
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