In the middle of Ohio, there aren’t a lot of things to do, so I found myself eating Taco Hell outside K-Mart, watching the shoppers come and go, and listening to Garrison Keillor.

Now, I only know the guy by reputation and a few things I’ve heard or seen here and there, and I have but this to say.

Every conversation I have is wittier, has more substance, and is funnier than anything I’ve heard from him.

Hell, every conversation I’ve ever had with Kim, or Connie, or Riverdog, or Chris Byrne… and these are serious bloggers. Steve H, or Vman, or Elisson are every moment funnier than Garrison, and it boggles me that he has a show.

Minnesota nights must be longer and colder than Indiana.