Love this odd little story!

You undersell him. Time and future Americana investigation will look most favorably upon him and his work.

Mee too. He makes me laugh when I least expect it.

Anderson? Hilarious that you got his name wrong...

I saw him this march and I laughed with poignant tears in my eyes :) I miss him already.

Yup. I made sure to catch him on stage. Funny ..but it FEELS so personal listening in pardon😅

I was so lucky to get to do just that...wonderful evening.😊💞👍

Or Swilliam Wakespear

What's he up to?

@@JasperSteering Kinda crazy you responded. Freddy actually committed suicide 5 years ago. I hadn't spoken to hime for a while and I still don't know what happened to this day

Keillor, Frederick James "Freddy" Age 17, of St. Paul. He caught his first fish at age five, only to immediately, and frantically, work to save its life. When the fish died, he demanded a proper burial along the banks of the St. Croix River. Freddy had a St. Francis of Assisi-like love for animals, and a special affinity for St. Jude's hopeless cases. Recently, a group of orphaned ducklings met a similar fate as that first fish, but not before he'd toiled for weeks trying to offer the motherly care they needed. Frederick Keillor's earthy journey ended much too early on Monday at the age of seventeen, leaving behind many questions as well as countless comforting memories of a gentle, sensitive soul who never balked at helping out all animals, humans included. A brilliant mind who excelled at St. Paul Academy (even when he overslept), Freddy could master a debate class one year, and win an anthropology poetry contest the next. Freddy spoke Chinese, and built his own computer at the age of ten. A voracious reader, and painter, his canvases revealed works that showcased his artistic gifts. He'd looked forward to prom, and spoke glowingly of his date. Just last weekend Freddy was discussing college choices. Drawn to water, and nature, he wasn't solitary. Freddy was wonderful with children even as a small child. His preschool teacher remarked that she felt comfortable leaving the room if Freddy was there. The streets of St. Paul are slightly quieter this week. His proficient whistling is silenced, as is the SUV carrying Freddy, and his mother, windows open, blasting 80s music, both of them singing along with off-key abandon. We'd like to think the Big Next for Freddy is an outdoor picnic populated with all the animals he tried to save over the years, past pets (including Gus), and a new brood to care for. Nearby will sit all of those who went before him, including his grandmother Mary, and great- grandmother Elsie, all the while surrounded by the pile of mismatched shoes he was always losing, and a big tree to climb, like the one he mastered at age seven to get a better view of the river. (One wonders if grandfather, Garrison, wrote this lovely tribute. 💗)

Sorry to say, but no one has or will match GK. Have you listened to Stuart McClain, now deceased, from Canada? He had a good story telling catalog from an Eastern Canadian point of view. 🤗

You do it.

It says I'd be happier doing something else. Thanks for your concern though.

You're dead inside.

Go listen to Justin Beiber

Actually, you're right. And I say this as someone who listened to Keillor for over 20 years, beginning in 1981. But he turned into a taxpayer-supported political player, and the most bitter passive/aggressive old fart ever. As far as his schtick, he's been phoning it in for at least a decade....and this video is irrefutable evidence.

The gentle and the subtle are old fashioned now, but remain of value to those who can hear.

He is easy to listen to but just the stuff on KZfaq proves you are right, it is the same old stories and poems over and over. But he is now a flaming liberal and not a particularly nice in real life at times. Sad but true. This is just an act but still fun to listen to but not to be taken seriously.