The amazing attention to detail is just one of the unsung heroes building up your watertight stories, whose endearing humor and genuine irony we all take great pleasure in. Dear GK, whatever you do, you can do no wrong but producing yet another thing of beauty over and over and over, which we've all taken for granted.

The ACNE Building, where song and sound effects are premier 'meet me where I am', non-reading-dependent experiential expressive (expansive!) educational experiences, including (but especially!) sound effects [the dripping of that hideous faucet alone will drive us to drained aquifers and daily thirst, hunger, and despair for every woman, man, child, and 'others' not covered in this "nation of laws"; hideous farting in elevators; Toot Sweet, "the tootable, hootable treat" may call for an expansive fart repertoire, including ones that only dogs hear; and squirrels, too, and the ones they do in winter, so you see the little puff of a warm cloud burst...]. Not sure what ACNE stands for - Accelerated Curriculum Now Experiential, perhaps?

It's ACME, Hilary. Not ACNE. Look it up, sweetie. This is what comes from a childhood spent not watching Road Runner cartoons.

Psst. It's radio. Time and space are mere toys for you to play with. Logical radio is an oxymoron. Perhaps the ACME Building can move through advanced teleportation. Perhaps there is an ACME Building in every major metropolitan area. Perhaps Guy only "imagines" there is an ACME Building. Perhaps.... AAAGH!... brain cramp...

There's a Capuccino Klepto? Oh, no!

Hilary and Larry. Please!

Several authorities trace "acme" back to the Greek word Ackme, meaning the highest state of perfection of something, the zenith. Their citations go back to the 16th C. A later 19th C. citation for the first use of the word "acne," used to refer to hillocks or eruptions on the skin finds it to be rooted in the Greek "ackme" as in 'high point.'

Whether Guy Noir suffers from periodic inflamations of the sebaceous glands of his facial skin (acne) or not, GK hasn't, to my casual knowledge, told us.

BTW, Hilary, owls, feather covered as their faces are, tend to suffer more from lice than from acne.

Be well

twbeaver

Myself, I have always pictured Mr. Noir as very rough shaven, even before the current popularity of "5-day stubble" among so many men. Years ago, the promotion of facial hair growth was quite often used to disguise epidermal imperfections resulting from small pox, war wounds, or as ubiquitous an ailment as zits, acne, pimples, etc.

If it would make everyone happy, you could have Guy Noir in the Cuyahoga Falls Acme supermarket, a local chain of stores that's been around here forever and hasn't been taken over by a conglomerate. There are no 12th floors though so someone would surely complain.

Thanks to Basile having the detective skills of Guy Noir. We could easily assume Guy was on per diem as he traveled around the country, even to the great MN State Fair.

Sorry to say, Jane, Acme is all around us in the mid-Atlantic states; there must be a conglomerate somewhere up their family tree.

If Guy Noir is in Cuyahoga Falls Acme Supermarket when in that neck of the woods, he could also drop by the Acme in Philadelphia when in Southeastern PA. The 12 floor situation is solved because he would have his office in the 12th isle behind the Acne creams. The question remaining would be: How would Guy Noir find an Acme in Philly? If he asked for directions, they wouldn't know where he wanted to go. In the bossom of this great Country's humble beginnings, it's not the 'acme', it's the Ac-A-me. (They did't watch Road Runner, too busy running up & down the Art Museum steps running off the cheesesteaks & soft pretzels.)

I thought it was B. Bunny,Esq. that had the Acme Co. connection before The Road Runner bought it out?

guy noir kicks butt!!!

My dear Mr. Kiellor,
Your show is the highlight of my week. Imagine my dismay when my pastor decided to hold vespers services every Saturday evening. What to do? Imagine my delight when I discovered I could listen to the entire show, thanks to your site and the past shows function.
Your show is about another, sweeter time, where conflict consisted of what kind of pie to bake instead of what we are subjected to in the news on a daily basis. Yours is the voice of sanity and peace. I am so greatful. I am 70 and have been listening to you practically the whole time you have been on the radio. I wish you years of continued good health, and the best kind of rewards for the joy you have dispensed so well, always fresh, always funny, and wonderful. Thanks also to Tim, Sue, Fred and the greatest pianist in the world, Rich!!! You all are a treasure.

Here, Here, Garrison, Yes you are the epitome of sanity and humour that we all need to be part of indeed. Life must go on and I would cry and curl up into a ball if A Prarie Home Companion failed to air. With great respect and Love your friend Tim

Garrison (Keillor),

Kind sir,
Remember when you are in San Antonio on your LOVE tour that this meant slogans on the sides of Volswagen busses in the new Psychedelic colors, and that there has not been a good skywriter, parachuting Elvis, or watermelon seed spitting contest for a good long while. Poetry will work in this Metropolis, even in August.

regards,
Mark E. Kellmann, Architect
San Antonio

It is silly to say "it is radio; why worry about logic?" since the attention to detail is what separates an artist like GK from hackers on the web. But I think I would look for a historic building in each city, if it were up to me (the Brill building ...)

I <3 you, Mr. Keillor!

I LOVE this stuff!