Garrison Keillor

Thursday  September 26, 2013

Hard times —  a Congress locked in venom and contempt for those with whom one must negotiate,  “partisan” is a common adjective for elected officials at the national level;   Detroit city caught in uncertainties about bankruptcy that stir mistrust and fear for the future;   UDM negotiating a McNichols faculty contract turned acrimonious and hurtful.

Good morning,


john st sj

p.s.     Yesterday was the autumn equinox and since McNichols Road is a surveyor line east-west street, the sun rose right down the middle of the street.  And since

our large parking lot + the soccer and lacrosse field opens a large space of sky right next to McNichols, you can track the sun as it rises a little farther to the south each day.  Until the winter solstice (when the sun rises just about over the north-east corner of Calihan Hall),   Then sunrise begins to trek north a little bit each day until the height of summer.


Today’s poem

A little  faith will see you through.

What else will except faith in such a cynical corrupt time?

When the country goes temporarily to the dogs,

cats must learn to be circumspect,

walk on fences, sleep in trees, and have faith

that all this woofing is not the last word.


Even in a time of elephantine greed and vanity,

one never has to look far to see the campfires of gentle people.

Lacking any other purpose in life,

it would be good enough to live for their sake.


Garrison Keillor

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