Prairie Home Smarty Pants

I mean that in the best possible way. Maybe it's early onset oldness, but Garrison Keillor's column in Salon today (Writers, Quit Whining) struck a lovely note for me. Of writers and other grownups who love to grouse about the trials of adulthood, Keillor writes:

Young people are pessimistic enough these days without their elders complaining about things. Shut up. Life is pretty good when you grow up. You own your own car, you go where you like, and you sing along with the radio or talk to yourself or chat on your cellphone. You pull into the drive-up window and order the Oreo Blizzard. What's not to like?

It's a simple enough thing, just enjoying the pleasures this world has to offer. It's -- shoot me for saying so --above average.