I Hear A Little Firecracker Go Off

Lake Wobegon, The Little Town That Time Forgot And The Decades Cannot Improve.

I Hear A Little Firecracker Go Off When You Come Up With A Good Rhyme.

Sometimes You Have To Look Reality In The Eye, And Deny It.

The Thought Of People In This Day And Age Sitting Down To Listen To A Radio Variety Show On Saturday Evening Is Rather Implausible And Was Even More So In 1974 When We Started “a Prairie Home Companion.” Thank Goodness Minnesota Public Radio Was Too Poor To Afford Good Advice Or The Show Never Would've Got On The Air. We Only Did It Because We Knew It Would Be Fun To Do. It Was A Dumb Idea. I Wish I Knew How To Be That Dumb Again.

When It Comes To Finding Available Men In Minnesota, The Odds Are Good, But The Goods Are Odd.