Long ago and, oh, so far away, an extremely famous Republican president was sitting drinking a bottle of his favorite, Johnny Walker Black. His companion was a high official but certainly no drinker. The question under discussion was, “Why are…
To whom do we owe our freedom? Do we owe it to the nightly news show hosts? I don’t think so. To the rap stars? Again, not a chance. To our great athletes? To the stars whom we sometimes dance…
Here, as the decade ends, is my list of what I am most grateful for, in my own words. Think of it as a sabbatical from complaining. 1.) That I am married to the world’s most wonderful woman, a genuine…
So, dear friends, here we are in the last few hours of the last few days of the decade. And what a crushing, horrific decade it has been. This was the decade in which we started with a black man…
Christmas It’s oddly quiet here in glorious Los Angeles. To me, it seems to be getting more and more quiet week by week here. The Los Angeles that was going to be the business capital of the world and compete…
It’s Monday, December 23, 2019. Exactly one week ago, in the middle of the night, I awakened to use the toilet in my bedroom in our house in Beverly Hills at about 3 a.m. I have no idea why, but…
To begin at the beginning, my alter ego and braino super pal Judah M. Friedman and I are riding around glorious Los Angeles in the rain. In our woolly Jewish heads, we’re trying to digest some things. Two heads are…
Sunday night Judah Friedman, my genius pal, and I are driving back from Rancho Mirage to Beverly Hills. We’re digesting a fine meal of fettucine and maple sugar ravioli. I know it sounds strange, but when you add baby back…
Saturday Okay, lots to say. Last night Tommy, my handsome son, our handsome son, appeared at our home after a grueling trip from Greenville, South Carolina, with his friend, Bri. I was in bed with my beautiful wifey watching my…