(GK: Garrison Keillor; SS: Sue Scott; TR: Tim Russell; TK: Tom Keith)

(PIANO)

Who knows how long I've loved you
You know I love you still
Will I wait a lonely lifetime
If you want me to I will

For if I ever saw you
I didn't catch your name
But it never really mattered
I will always feel the same

Love you forever and forever
Love you with all my heart
Love you whenever we're together
Love you when we're apart

And when at last I find you
Your song will fill the air
Sing it loud so I can hear you
Make it easy to be near you
For the things you do endear me to you
Ah, you know I will
I will.

La la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la.

SS: Why don't we get a new car? A nice one. With leather seats.

GK: Why leather?

SS: I just like it.

GK: Why?

SS: Why does a person need a reason to like something?

GK: Leather doesn't hold up in the winter. It freezes, it cracks----

SS: Not if you keep it oiled.

GK: And it's expensive.

SS: We can afford it. What's wrong with enjoying a little luxury?

GK: You ever look at the stock market?

SS: You ever look at our living room? It looks like a Dorothea Lange photograph of a sharecroppers cabin, 1935. Where'd you get this fear of spending money?

GK: What if the kids want to go to college? One that charges tuition? You want to take their college money and sit on it?

SS: I love that leather smell.

GK: I could buy you a baseball mitt.

SS: You know, it's like talking to a child.

Love you forever and forever
Love you with all my heart
Love you whenever we're together
Love you when we're apart

GK: When I was 17, I wanted leather seats because I thought it'd make girls want to come and ride in my Pontiac.

SS: Really-----

GK: You remember that car.

SS: I never rode in that car.

GK: I know.

SS: But I remember the front seat of Jimmy Frederickson's Oldsmobile.

GK: That was a wonderful soup you made tonight. I meant to tell you----

SS: He had those shearling seat covers. That was so soft.

GK: I'm sorry, I didn't hear you----

SS: Let's get a nice car. A BMW or something.

GK: Ours is barely eight years old.

SS: At your age, you shouldn't postpone.

GK: I didn't hear that, sorry.

SS: I ran into Jimmy and Camille the other day at Lund's and they're driving a Lexus.

GK: So he's a lawyer. That Lexus probably has a dead body in the trunk.

SS: It has cowskin seat covers. I love that smell.

GK: They're nice for about two months and then they smell like you're sitting inside a pair of old golf shoes.

SS: It's a wonderful smell. And it feels so good to sit on it.

GK: Where did this leather obsession come from?

SS: It's not an obsession.

GK: How about I buy some gold chains and hang them around my neck.

SS: Listen. It's not that complicated. Why can't we enjoy our money?

GK: Don't you think with all the poverty around, it's a little selfish to have a giant wallet for a car seat?

SS: Never mind. I'm sorry I brought it up.

GK: Quite all right. Any time.

SS: Would you mind turning your light out so I can go to sleep?

GK: Soon as I'm done reading, I will.

SS: Goodnight.

GK: Maybe we could buy leather sheets.

SS: Just read your book.

GK: They sell leather underwear, you know.

SS: I can't hear you. I'm asleep.

GK: Would you like to hold my belt?

SS: I want a divorce.

GK: If I still had that Pontiac I'd buy leather seat covers for it. I'm sorry I didn't hang on to it.

SS: I forgive you.

GK: Okay. Good night.

SS: Night.

And when at last I find you
Your song will fill the air
Sing it loud so I can hear you
Make it easy to be near you
For the things you do endear me to you
Ah, you know I will
I will.

La la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la.

© Garrison Keillor 2002