A hotbed of social rest

Garrison Keillor of Prairie Home Companion was here last weekend, performing a live broadcast for Georgia Public Radio, and that's how he described our town. Pretty accurate.
What a magical evening. The article we ran today about the event captured it wonderfully, as reporter Alan Riquelmy compared Keillor to a ghost, with his floating off and on the stage--sort of unseen but at the same time putting his soft footprints everywhere. His actors and musicians, including homegrown guitarist Jake Fussell, were way above par; and the 2 hours zoomed past. We hated when the lights came back up.
After three visits, Keillor seems to have developed a genuine love for our town--he likes our hospitality and our honeysuckle, among other things--but I don't know how much he'd be charmed by us with three-four months straight of 90-percent humidity. Maybe we should all head to St. Paul this summer.
During the show, he told a crazy made-up tale of one Billy Winn "Causewood." Billy Winn, a close friend, is also homegrown; but didn't know about the story ahead of time. He liketa died, as we say down here.
A hilarious contrast Sunday, probably many hours after Keillor left town: While riding on the Riverwalk, I saw in the distance a couple who were either draped around one another in romantic bliss, or fighting. I couldn't tell. As I got closer, they were very clearly fighting, or at least the woman was hitting the man with her fists and yelling things I can't say here. She was about twice his size. Finally the guy took off running and he started screaming. She caught up to him, her arms and legs flailing. She accidentally kicked a metal pole. He started laughing, she was crying. Garrison Keillor, this is just some of local the color you missed. Come back soon, ya hear?