July 21st, 2003

Dr. Bunny

Manditory Tori Amos plug

And if I die today I'll be the happy phantom
And I'll go chasing the nuns out in the yard
And I'll run naked through the streets without my mask on
And I will never need umbrellas in the rain
I'll wake up in strawberry fields every day
And the atrocities of school I can forgive
The happy phantom has no right to bitch
oo who
The time is getting closer
oo who
Time to be a ghost
oo who
Every day we're getting closer
The sun is geting dim
Will we pay for who we've been

So if I die today I'll be the happy phantom
And I'll go wearin' my naughties like a jewel
They'll be my ticket to the universal opera
There's Judy Garland taking Budda by the hand
And then these seven little men get up to dance
They say Confucius does his crossword with a pen
I'm still the angel to a girl who hates to sin

oo who
The time is getting closer
oo who
Time to be a ghost
oo who
Every day we're getting closer
The sun is geting dim
Will I pay for who I've been

Or will I see you dear and wish I could come back
You found agfirl that you could truly love again
WIll you still call for me when she falls asleep
Or do we soon forget the things we cannot see

oo who
The time is getting closer
oo who
Time to be a ghost
oo who
Every day we're getting closer
The sun is geting dim
Will I pay for who I've been
Dr. Bunny

In anybody wants me, I'm going to be huddled under my blankets in the darkness of my room

Dear Margaret,

This past week I got to read a few hundred applications for a writing job at "A Prairie Home Companion," including yours, which I'm sorry to say was not in the last batch of finalists, and I thank you for your interest.

The level of writing samples was very very high, which speaks well for the English teachers of Minnesota and for the persistence of humor and silliness and ambition --- ambition on every page, the urge to rise up from the pudding of everyday and speak out in an individual voice and strike the universal gong of comedy. The quality of the writing was humbling to me and some of the addresses in south Minneapolis and southeast and St. Paul brought back memories of places I lived when I was starting out as a writer and trying to get published. We're looking for new writers here at PHC to give ourselves a few more years of life and make our audience laugh more and to give me, a tired old man, a chance to rest. Clearly, one does not need to go to L.A. or N.Y. to look for writing talent --- it's right here in St. Paul and Minneapolis. I feel lucky not to have to apply for a job (knock on wood) after reading through all the applications, and of course I had to set aside a great many whose qualities were splendid and obvious, and I thank you again for your interest and wish you all the best,

Garrison Keillor
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