On New Years' Day I heard a great wintertime story by Garrison Keillor. Improbably enough, the 13-year-old Keillor finds himself driving on the frozen ice of the Mississippi River, with Crazy Eric skiing alongside on 2x4s with shotguns in both hands and wearing coyote leg traps for bindings. Eric gets in the car and they head toward Minneapolis:
I just drove along with my head outside the window so I could see where I was going. Boy, I felt good. I never drove a car this far before . . . it was beautiful. [Crazy Eric] was all excited. He was talking a mile a minute in Norwegian. Then he was talking about New Orleans. I could tell he enjoyed it. How he'd come to New Orleans, I had no idea. That was the first I'd heard about New Orleans, hearing an old drunk Norwegian talk about it in Norwegian, snot frozen to his moustache . . . You know you ought to venerate people like me because I remember things that no one else remembers.You can hear the whole thing here. Posted by mastr at February 9, 2005 08:24 PM