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It is a good and pleasant thing not to rant

 Garrison Keillor

By Garrison Keillor

Published Feb. 25, 2019

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It's the details of a story that give it life, not the high moral outlook of the thing, but many people find details confusing: it's righteousness they crave, righteousness as a rationale for anger, and so you have the current surge in harangues and fulminations and the rarity of true storytelling. It's just human nature. But it's sad to see.


I was at a family gathering Friday night at which there was no fulminating, no laments, which is rare for us Democrats. We were there in honor of love, to meet a nephew who has moved faraway — common, for bright young ambitious people — and his French girlfriend, Kate.


Matthew is a smart studious engineer, working out on a frontier that an old English major like me cannot comprehend, and it was lovely seeing him with his arm around this woman and hers around him. She is French, from Normandy, an engineer too.


There were thirty of us, retirees, small children, those in between, and surely it was the presence of small children that helped save us from ripping into the forces of evil and ignorance, and also the presence of Kate who clearly makes Matthew happy in a way that algorithms cannot.


And then there was Fiona, a 17-year-old Chinese exchange student spending the year with my niece and her adoptive Chinese daughter. Fiona has a beautiful radiant smile that sees her through the twisty pitfalls of English. It's a pleasure to talk to that radiance.


Apple pie with ice cream was a novelty to her.



I was the one who ventured (briefly) into politics and righteousness. The word "mendacious" is not useful in love nor in engineering: it leads to nothing. I gave up on that line of conversation and turned to writing her a limerick.

A young French woman named Kate
Came into our family late
And brought savoir-faire
And amour, mon cher,
And made our Matt a good mate.

Thanks to great leaps in engineering, Fiona is able to FaceTime with her people in China on a regular basis, very cheaply, and not feel so stranded as exchange students felt back in my day. Smart people like Kate and Matthew have bestowed great benefits: look around you. Fiona will return to China with memories of American warmth and jollity. The couples at the supper, six of us, are reminded of our own courting days, which, praise G od, can continue for decades if we avoid dishonesty and bullying.


I was brought up in the midst of righteous people (no dancing, no drinking, no movies, no TV, no rambunctious play on the Lord's Day) and have an enormous capacity for it myself, but the urge seems to diminish in old age.


When in the midst of warm family feeling, an old man should put his collection of lectures in his back pocket and tend to more important business, which is sitting down beside a very shy child and trying to make her smile.



Shyness runs in my family. I have plenty of my own and am capable of sitting silent and frozen in the midst of strangers. I did a radio show and could talk a blue streak to invisible people, but in real life I still have a 13-year-old adolescent inside me. This awkwardness goes hand in hand with arrogance, which is a plague for us Democrats since we are right about almost everything.


I sat down besides my great-niece and instead of asking probing questions about her schooling, I asked, "Do you know how many counties there are in Minnesota?" She shook her head. "Eighty-seven," I said, and I recited them rapidly in alphabetical order, "Aitkin, Anoka, Becker, Beltrami," and so on. This made her grin. It's a simple trick, requiring no great intelligence, and it works like a charm. She was amused. She smiled at me again when the evening ended and gave me a slight hug.


It was a hard week, a steady drizzle of anger in the news, the words "divisive" and "divisiveness" everywhere you looked, and at the risk of sounding naive, I must say it was a pleasure to sit down to hotdish and pie in honor of young love and bite my tongue when tempted to fulminate and rant.

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Garrison Keillor is an author and radio personality.


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