“One day, a date that God only knows,
I will perish from the earth and
no longer be present for roll call,
my mail will be returned,
my library card canceled,
and some other family will occupy this house,
this very porch,
and not be aware that I ever existed,
and if you told them,
they wouldn't particularly care.
Oh, well. What can you do?
I hope they appreciate the work I did on the lawn.”
– Garrison Keillor, Lake Wobegon Summer 1956, p.2