All Episodes
Garrison Keillor's Podcast — 111 episodes
The one-armed man at the concert
Gearing up to go on the road
An old man's winter night
Remembering you but not the rest
What we learn from air travel
My weekly walk to church and back
The sweet day draws near
The perils of pedestrianism
My plan for the next four years
Mother the queen of my heart
Living in the present, a day at a time
It's never too late to be normal
A wonderful night in Lubbock
A tale about close neighbors
A man on the porch by the river
A primer for my friends of middle-age
It's never too late for a revelation
Happiness and the price of groceries
A good weekend in Georgia
Thank you for reading this
A father speaks, after the day has passed
News from December 24, 1983
The astonishment of mornings on the river last week
News from December 18, 1982
The story of my life, a brief version
Floating down the canyon through the rapids
What's with this winter anyway?
A love note to Texas, Sweetheart
Losing my mind in New York and then finding it
The bag may not inflate but oxygen is flowing
A round table in St. Paul
Don't name a library after me, please, I'm still writing
Open the doors, let the young mingle among the treasures
How I survived the solar flares
The beautiful winding road
Standing on the sidewalk shaking hands
Looking ahead down the road
It's never too late to learn
News from September 18, 1982
A perfect summer night in Manhattan
What an awesome August!
Friendship is what it's all about
Mature man available for speaking, easy terms
Waiting at Gate 28
Hard-earned wisdom passed on at no charge
Man walks out on stage as storm rolls in
The meaning of the freestanding life
A Letter from Greenville, S.C.
A morning walk along Columbus Avenue
A lucky man admits to happiness, and why not?
Spring is here, time to get to know each other
The beauty of falls that you walk away from
On the road again, meeting folks again
The critic who lit up my week and more
Let's talk about honesty, grrrr, rrrfff, rrrfff
THEY WERE SO YOUNG
All of me loves olive oil and this is why
Epictetus on Fifth Avenue, a week ago
My personal journey towards self-minimalization
Singing to the Lord to save Herschel
Tim Russell's selection from BRISK VERSE
Launching Garrison's newest book, BRISK VERSE. Send your video too.
Missing Sandra O'Connor, the pragmatic voice
A small life has its own distinct moments
O what a beautiful evening
The art of writing, lesson one
I open the fridge and life beckons
Last Wednesday, stuck in a traffic jam
The winter blues has got me bad, mama
Me and Maurizio, ships in the night
Crossing the flats, looking for mountains
Sunday morning, back in the fourth pew
As I keep telling myself, life is good
What endures is decency, believe me
The gift of Miss Helen Story, remembered
Sing on, dance on, good eye, ain't you happy
Flying around America, looking at crowds
The memory is alive with old roots
“Stand up for yourself,” I keep thinking to myself
Finding harmony in the midst of chaos
Life without jokes isn't worth the trouble
It was a good time, there was none better
A happy summer clears the air
A lovely lunch last week in New Haven
A few minutes on a hilltop in Concord
A private word from me to Joe
Canada is burning but we're doing okay
Why I love the Shenandoah Valley
The art of leaving home
Enough about them, this is about me
News from Oct 27, 1984
The beauty of a bitterly cold Sunday, 8 a.m.
Marriage is a game and two can play it
Manhattan man living in the past
Father Time advises a brown-eyed girl
Thinking about that woman in Kentucky
So this guy in New York walks into a grocery store
The daily pursuit of happiness
A week in Kansas and Missouri
We get around correctness by means of comedy
The author disembarks almost
I missed out on the big storm regretfully
There's money in dystopia but so what?
I am giving up anger, so should you
Thou shalt not be dumber than dirt
The old man's lecture about manners
Music as a means of detecting a Heart
A pound and a half? Really? Why?
That cold day I was naked in Utah
The News from April 18, 1981
The News from October 3, 1981