The older I get, the more important my bucket list becomes to me. I still have several places that I want to see and things I would like to do before I kick the bucket. For instance, I would like to visit Bermuda and Iceland - and Greece and the Aegean Islands - and travel at least once below the equator where I could observe the Southern Cross and watch water swirl the wrong way down a drain.
I have also harbored an ambition for many years to attend a live broadcast of Garrison Keillor's wonderful radio program, A Prairie Home Companion. Keillor created the unique piece of Americana four decades ago, and I discovered it about twenty years ago and have been a fan ever since. Sadly for me, and for the rest of the world, Keillor ended his involvement with the program last night with a live performance at the Hollywood Bowl.
There is a hole in my bucket list that cannot be repaired, but I will take some consolation and comfort in the knowledge that re-broadcasts of the show will run forever.
I will miss you, Garrison, and Guy Noir, and Dusty and Lefty, and all of the quirky residents of Lake Woebegone - where all the women are strong, all the men are good looking, and all of the children are above average. Your passing leaves not only a hole in my bucket list, but a hole in my heart as well.
Thanks for all of the smiles and laughter - and the memories!