Round these parts, Garrison Keillor is larger than life. But for all his fame, he's really not a very nice man. This story details the ongoing dispute between Keillor and his neighbors, who are attempting to build a garage on their property. Keillor is doing everything he can to stop this from happening. The property on the right is the neighbor's home, a fairly modest home in St. Paul. The massive pile of bricks on the left is Keillor's house. Keillor could, if he chose, lob French-accented insults and cows over the top of his place onto the neighbors a la Monty Python. But instead, he's claiming that their garage, which has already passed muster with the local busybodies, will somehow be out of scope for the neighborhood. You can see the foundation for the proposed garage on the neighbor's property. It's not a small edifice, but it's hardly a "carriage house," as Keillor claims.
It's often a challenge to separate the art from the artist. Keillor is one of the most talented writers of our time and has written several wonderful books. He has entertained many, many people with his show on Radio Moscow - I think that's what it's on, I'm not sure, it's some state subsidized propaganda organ. If I can enjoy Marvin Gaye's music even though he was a lousy human being, I suppose I can enjoy Keillor as well. But stuff like this, to say nothing of his insufferable syndicated newspaper column, doesn't make it any easier. Kathy the Cake Eater (a very good blogger, by the way) had a choice term for Mr. Keillor in her discussion of the matter. I won't use it here, but let's just say it's le mot juste.
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