Theodore Kamis writes:
Dear Mr. Keillor:
It is too bad that I haven't seen my brother in years - last I heard, he is married (I didn't hear about his marriage until two weeks after the wedding), and living somewhere in southern Illinois. Why?
Because he could belch, burp, and fart - on cue! When we were younger, he drove me nuts. Living in southern Illinois, I got severely overdosed on farts, belches, burps, and country music (I hear "Lucille" in my nightmares!!!), and I wish, now, that I had had the ultimate antidote for this condition - lutefisk.
What's wrong with fart jokes? As far as I can see, absolutely nothing! They, to borrow from a song, bring back my brother to me.
I do not get to hear your fine program as often as I would like - it comes on when I am in class (Edgewood College in Madison, WI), and I am lucky when I get to hear the best news on the radio this side of the BBC - the news from Lake Wobegon. I live in Wisconsin, and I wouldn't mind moving to Lake Wobegon - I like it cold!! -20 (F or C) is OK by me, and -40 (F or C) is tolerable. Why? The coffee in the Chatterbox Cafe feels so much better when you have come in from a nor'wester, with a wind chill of 60 below, than if it is a dry, hot, still, dusty summer day. There is no better feeling on earth - anywhere. When it's cold, one can always get warm - with coffee, tea, a loving spouse. When it's hot, try cooling off - air conditioners break down, fans help just a little, and all the iced tea in the world only helps a little.
I heard a comedian define politics this way:
I heard a song on your program, a long time ago, that I try (and
inevitably, fail) to remember when I am feeling a little low. The
chorus began, if my memory serves:
I have tried to find this song for many years - O Lutefisk just won't do anymore. Any suggestions?
Merci mille fois (a thousand thanks)!
Dear Theodore -----
I am racking my brain over that song and can't come up with a title but I sort of hear Jean Redpath singing it. Could that be?
I have dear friends who can belch on cue and not just little barks but long orotund belches ----- one friend can belch a whole sentence. It occurs to me that this would make for an interesting contest if we could come up with enough contestants. It's a skill that people learned as children and as adults they have few opportunities to practice it. A Talking Gas Contest. Can you deal with it? GK
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Lovingly selected from the earliest archives of A Prairie Home Companion, this heirloom collection represents the music from earliest years of the now legendary show: 1974–1976. With songs and tunes from jazz pianist Butch Thompson, mandolin maestro Peter Ostroushko, Dakota Dave Hull and the first house band, The Powdermilk Biscuit Band (Adam Granger, Bob Douglas and Mary DuShane).