Garrison Keillor: How did we get here anyway?

An old man gets absorbed in our national drama, same as you -- the paper is full of it, the madman who has moved into our lives -- and then suddenly I am distracted by the memory of lawn mowing. I once loved mowing, then I hired young men to do it, and now a gang of them comes every week and they roar around for half an hour while I read the paper. Maybe I would be happier if I mowed instead.Mowing was my mother’s remedy for a boy’s melancholy. She didn’t believe in melancholy.