OUR NEWEST EPISODES  

glory be to you, dancers; to hawks for their many names; to baseballs for falling into green outfields and waiting mitts; to white nights, the slice of skates, the evening light on the mississippi. glory be to the great city at its head, to saint paul and the working men who built its churches and taverns, unloaded its steamboats, and laid down its trolley lines and its railroad to the northwest. praise be to my father, bent to some task of joinery in an old house; and to betty’s son, i want to teach him to swim and water-ski, to skip happily over the deep green waters of forest lake.