The Peach’s neighbors have been lulled into confidence that his unit will never start acting like it’s made up of soldiers.
They’re in the desert. It’s hot. That can explain things, too.
Listening to the Prairie Home Companion. What’s up with all the fart, poop and snot jokes, and the constant religious horse-shit? Nearest just turned it off. We can’t listen to all of it any more. Nearest says the guy was some kind of Church of Christ thing. Sooner or later they go back to that drivel.
Miss Jane remains baffled by the popularity of the “Prairie Home Companion.” If you’ve heard one hour you’ve heard it. I think it is a favorite of cut-throat well-off suburbanites trying to persuade themselves that they are rural, simple and gentle.
We’ve listened to it for years, but it began to spiral down when Keillor got divorced, ran off to Denmark and had a late-life kid. Mid-life crisis can screw up any career. At this point, our favorite shows are “This American Life” and — our very fave, drive-off-the-road-howling “The Debaters” from CBC radio. They nearly killed me on the twisty Highway 112 when the host said, “To those of you still wearing mullets, remember you’re not in Namaino — ALL THE TIME.” Well, it’s our favorite since “Dead Dog In The City” went off, which used to make us hunch and giggle and squeal.