we didn’t get in any hurry to sit in the sun before the concert sunday evening up at conner prairie. other folks were staking out the down-front seats, but we stopped over at a local brewery, drank a bighorn blonde and ate a hamburger, took the leftovers with us as a picnic lunch. we were rewarded for our nonchalance by snagging a picnic area directly in the middle top—no sweaty bodies close by and the bathrooms were close, too. and we enjoyed the show so much, listened to the news from lake wobegon and caught up with guy noir, sang tons of love songs and took some fun pictures.
Garrison Keillor is one of my idols, a writer/storyteller who does talk a little slowly, it’s true, but who creates characters who you feel you know, or are. he and sara watkins, fiddle player singer, walked about the audience for about half the show, him making up lyrics to songs as he walked based on what he was seeing the folks do. i’m proud to say that he included me in one of them: the lady with the pink shirt.
it was, after all the Summer Love Tour, and during the drive home the medley of “can’t help falling in love with you/unchained melody” was stuck in my head—happily. i’m ready for another 30 years…..