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It’s like the French Revolution. One by one, prominent men are wheeled out to the guillotine and dispatched. Of course, the present-day “deaths” are metaphorical. Garrison Keillor is still alive, just out of sight. But “Garrison Keillor,” the charming, folksy, self-deprecating Midwestern humorist, is dead.
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By Lee DurkeeMarch 2018Recently I was invited to give a special lecture at the university where I teach. I accepted the invitation though, contrary to what my sons might tell you, I don’t really like to lecture.
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By Megan FulwilerMarch 2018It’s appalling that one person’s illness would be an opportunity for another to make money. The care of human beings should not be a commodity.
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