So, I went to see Anthony Bourdain at the Durham Performing Arts Center on Thursday. And yes, it was everything I had hoped it would be. One random topic of curiosity came up though. In the audience question and answer portion of the eveing he was asked what author would he want to punch in the face. He had two answers. The first was Stephen Frye (sp?). I must live under a rock because that name barely rings a tinker bell. The second, however was Garrison Keeler. "Garrison Keeler does to poetry what Hitler did to Poland." God bless him, there could not have been a more poorly chosen audience to spring that on than if he'd given that talk on the Berkley campus. The audience that had been previously giving him ravenous adulation booed in earsplitting unison. However, I thought I was going to be bludgeoned by the middle aged couple sitting next to me. I did not boo. I cheered. Apparently I did not realize I had a dirty little secret. I too am bored to weeping with Garrison Keeler. I think I might be the only one. Am I correct?