
Ben Stein’s Diary
It’s Christmas in Beverly Hills. There are a few homes decorated with Merry Lights, but not many. It’s very different…
It’s Christmas here in Beverly Hills. The nearby shopping street of shopping streets, Rodeo Drive, is lit and decorated beyond…
Old age. Terrifying. Really scary. An invariably lethal disease. Not just sometimes. Invariably. And I used to think it was…
We Americans are bedeviled night and day by inflation. It’s a curse, an albatross around the necks of homemakers, widows,…
I’m old. Really old. Eighty years old. This is not as glamorous as it might sound. My health has been…