Garrison Keillor beats Ireland

In front of the State Theatre, downtown Minneapolis
“You’re going to Minneapolis in November?” her husband asks.

SHE FLIES IN from Tallahassee.
I fly in from Columbus.
And when we get there we put on our gloves.

It’s this simple.
In January she says,
”Let’s go somewhere, anywhere you want, even Ireland.”
But nothing sings for me. My head’s a mess.

In April she texts: “How about we go see A Prairie Home Companion live?”

“You’re going to Minneapolis in November?” her husband asks.

She gets the show tickets.
We arrange our flights.
And with little more discussion than that, we fly into Minneapolis,
a place neither one of us has been.

* * *

No big plan.
The only fixed thing on our schedule is Garrison Keillor on Saturday at 4:45.
Beyond that, there is no agenda.

We venture out to find pot roast,
which she loves but rarely has,
and find it around the corner at Ike’s.

We walk down to the river on Saturday morning
-
34 degrees, hoods up –
and lay to rest my claim
that “I’ve never been west of the Mississippi.”
(I’ll have to find something else to say now.)

We visit the Minnesota Institute of Arts,
the Hennepin History Museum,
St Anthony’s Falls.

But these are just the minutiae of a trip,
the backdrops,
easily interchanged with someone else’s stuff.

It’s the stories the matter
what’s happening with her,
what’s happening with me,
pretty much the same thing we’ve been talking about all these years.
One long conversation weaving through the weekend.

What makes 2 people stay friends?
What makes them start talking about nothing in particular
at the age of 12 
and keep it up for 48 years?

Beats me.

Garrison Keillor turns out to be the perfect nightcap.
I wonder what he would say
about being chosen over a trip to Ireland?

Leaving the theatre,
my friend says,
”Better than I even imagined.”

That’s pretty hard to beat.

About Marilyn

Reading, thinking, listening, writing and talking about faith, creativity, ESL for refugees, grief and finding the story in a story. Student of Spanish. Foe of procrastination. Cheez-it fan. People person with hermit tendencies or vice-versa. Thank you so much for reading.
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3 Responses to Garrison Keillor beats Ireland

  1. Laura Brown says:

    Lovely. The idea, the follow-through, the pot roast, the conversation. But I am pretty sure Texas is west of the Mississippi.

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  2. This is delightful! Those long friendships … they are what sustains me. I can’t claim 48 years yet, but I have several in a second decade. That’s a gift.

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