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Wellstone!
Well it's a cold cold dark dark day in Minnesota. Terrible plane crash broke everybody's hearts. And so it means a lot to us that you came to our show... so glad that you came, and all these wonderful musicians here. Not here to do a eulogy or make a memorial. The guy already has a city named after him, this one right here that we're in, so what else can you do? <applause> So we're just going to do our show, just do our show, with a heavy heart which makes it all the more important to do it. Garrison Keillor, introducing 'A Prarie Home Companion' on October 26, 2002, in St. Paul, Minnesota Can I tell you that I cried tonight, listening to this? May God bless and keep you always
May your wishes all come true May you always do for others And let others do for you May you build a ladder to the stars And climb on every rung May you stay forever young May you grow up to be righteous May you grow up to be true May you always know the truth And see the light surrounding you May you always be courageous Stand upright and be strong May you stay forever young They say every man needs protection
May your hands always be busyThey say every man must fall Yet I swear I see my reflection Somewhere high above this wall I see my life come shining From the West unto the East Any day now, any way now I shall be released May your feet always be swift May you have a strong foundation When the winds of changes shift May your heart always be joyful May your song always be sung May you stay forever young Forever Young and I Shall Be Released by Bob Dylan, as sung by Garrison Keillor and Stephanie Davis on 'A Prarie Home Companion' October 26, 2002, in St. Paul, Minnesota Posted at 01:25 AM
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mounting
Last winter's depression never quite lifted. Spring came and I observed it through a glass; a silent film of sun, life, and fear. (I know you don't want to hear any of this. But then again, it is only a blog. Besides, if I was going to write without whining, I should have begun twenty-five years ago.) By mid-July it was clear that this season's depression ice cap would never entirely recede and I reduced my plans for joy to a somewhat cooler, more brief event that I hoped would occur in late summer. But when that time arrived, the familiar glaciers that had never given up sight of me, were already advancing. I pretended until October there would be joy. How does it happen at the end? When all is said (and written) and done, do our lives become enough because that's all they were? Does anything and everything constitute an adequate response to the challenge we accepted by coming to life? If so, what happens to what could have been? What happens to the achievements unattained, the magnificent machinations of human heart and mind that were splintered beneath depression's dumbing ice and cold? And are these unfinished hopes proof for the logician that something more must come; an afterlife? Reincarnation? A chance to finish? (I know this is all just tedious, rhetorical BS. But then again, it's all I have.) I have lost some weight. For many months I have been host to a ferociously itchy rash. Night sweats, once rare and negligible, have become frequent and extreme. A long awaited illness is afoot, I fear that nevermore will the landscape of my health be flat and even. I fear that I am upon the flanks of my last mountain. Posted at 04:42 PM
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