Poor washed up old public radio guy off to Martha's Vineyard for the summer.  Got rich selling programming to the non profit PBS.  And never ventured out of his cloistered element except to move to Denmark once,  and he never quite fit in.  Danes that didn't fit in moved to Utah and joined the LDS church.   Like  for Keillor,  the "Lute'tren" church was mentally challenging and the state religion.  There,  and in the rural  upper midwest.  Keillor is a Lute'tren refugee.  He should paddle a rubber raft  down the Mississippi and get a taste of the other options for eternity.

I saw him one night,  in the Owl Tavern in Livingston, MT.,  and he with his red glasses,  red shoes,  goofy sport coat,  all gangly and awkward looking,  sat in a chair on the path the rest rooms and nursed a drink and never talked to one person.  Absorbing the West,  along with Harley riding lawyers and architects from Minneapolis,   washed up Hollywood actors,  and the usual crowd of trust puppies looking worn.