Tuesday, April 19, 2016
I am in Beverly Hills. The sun is shining. The dog is lying on the couch nearby. Except for an occasional sports car revving up, it is quiet.
I know I have not been in touch for a while so I will now summarize a few thoughts that have been rolling through my head and tell a few memories.
First, we spent most of this winter at our house in Rancho Mirage, at The Club at Morningside. It is a gated community, and it’s paradise. The views of the golf course are perfect. The quiet is perfect (I love quiet). The company — wife and dogs — is perfect. The 12 step meetings I go to every single day are perfect. At a place called Fellowship Hall in Palm Desert. Lot of old timers, like me. Perfect.
I often go to the local California Pizza Kitchen in Palm Desert for lunch. It’s perfect, too. Friendly wait staff. Delicious food, virtually free. But the super meals, the meals off the charts, are at Morningside. We have a chef named Luke. His food and those of his colleagues like Ugo are breathtakingly good. To sit at night out on the sun deck, eat, look at the stars, watch the planes fly over — that’s perfect, too. The club members are all friendly and lively. Pepe and Tom and Aurora and all of the other people who work there are delights.
One night we had a “Cabaret Night” and we sang — we ALL sang — “Good Night, Irene.” My wife was smiling and looked happy and I felt ecstatic. I felt as if I were in one of the circles of heaven to have a smiling wife next to me, under the stars. I do not know how much time God has left for me on this planet, but I do know that life at Morningside is breathtakingly wonderful. I want to be there as much as I can.
It is not a super-expensive club. There are other clubs with more magnificent club houses, especially The Vintage and El Dorado and one of the ones at PGA West. There are more exclusive clubs that don’t take us “show biz people,” which means Jews.
But there is no warmer, friendlier, more inviting place on this earth than Morningside.
Again, the food is breathtakingly good. As I age and food becomes a vitally important part of my life, as it was for my father, I treasure good food more day by day.
In the outside world, there is staggering race baiting by the Democrat party, which truly wants a civil war, as far as I can tell. Bernie Sanders and Hillary are just whipping up the extremists as fast as they can. The GOP is in convulsions but at least it wants an America at peace. The GOP in the U.S. Congress, as far as I can tell, is the primary bastion of goodness in the world. They want an America that is proud of itself. That is a good friend to freedom-loving people everywhere, especially in the Middle East. Yes, that means Israel. They want an America where the laws are meant to protect everyone, not to protect the criminals. It is INCREDIBLE that the political scene is largely dominated on the left by issues of how many prisoners to release. Look, people are in prisons because they committed crimes. Letting them out is dangerous.
Anyway, I leave that to others. I am just happy to be in America, happy to have my dogs, beyond grateful to God for my wife. So happy inside the gates of Morningside. There is a Bob Dylan song called “The Gates of Eden.” Listen to it and know that for me, it’s Morningside, Rancho Mirage, California, USA, with my wifey and my dogs.
As for the wild furies of despair that attack the nation, I turn that all over to God. I am just one little old person. I cannot control much. I turn over the direction of the epic movie of the human race to the Power that created us.
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