This comic includes my most sincere apologies to Garrison Keillor and A Prairie Home Companion. I was introduced to the show by a fantastic professor of mine on a cold, snowy Thanksgiving afternoon in the foothills of the Cascade Mountains in Oregon. The woodstove crackled occasionally to emphasize the soft, lethargic mood of the afternoon, as we listened to Keillor’s soft, sonorous voice. Despite the hypnotic atmosphere and the fact that we were all stuffed silly with homemade chicken pot pie and apple dumplings, I didn’t fall asleep; I was caught up in the news from Lake Wobegon.
Life is good. I need to remind myself of that sometimes. 
