Ben Stein’s Diary
Ben Stein’s Diary
by | Jan 17, 2021

Saturday An amazing day. I awakened to a scorching hot morning here in glorious Beverly Hills. I stumbled out of bed and plunged into my swimming pool. It was warm and welcoming. I swam back and forth for about half…

by | Jan 14, 2021

Wednesday 1. President Trump in no way incited anyone to riot on Capitol Hill or anywhere else. 2. The precipitating cause of the riot was the astonishing incompetence of the Capitol police. 3. The rioters in no conceivable way were…

by | Jan 13, 2021

There is nothing which has yet been contrived by man, by which so much happiness is produced as by a good tavern or inn.” So wrote the greatest essayist in the English language, Samuel Johnson (1709–84). He meant that unique…

by | Jan 11, 2021

Sunday A spectacularly perfect day here in Beverly Hills. I swam for about half an hour in my super-warm pool. Then my wife and two friends and I had a secret AA meeting at a secret location. We love our…

by | Dec 31, 2020

Wednesday It’s Wednesday night here in Rancho Mirage. December 30, 2020. Very quiet and a magnificent full moon over the palm trees next to the pool and over the golf course. But this is a gated community. In Manhattan, definitely…

by | Dec 27, 2020

Saturday The day after Christmas and it’s a perfect day here in Rancho Mirage. No one – and I mean no one  could ask for a more beautiful day than today. Blue skies. My swimming pool in blue and green….

by | Dec 22, 2020

Monday A quick visit to downtown Beverly Hills to shop for gifts I cannot afford, then off to Pavilions, an immense grocery supermarket in the heart of West Hollywood, maybe five minutes from where I live. As I waited in…

by | Dec 20, 2020

Sunday I am wildly dizzy. Just really dizzy. I know why. It’s because in my lifetime, I have seen the people of this great country elect a president and vice president who are explicit fans of the worst anti-Semites in…

by | Dec 15, 2020

Tuesday A magnificent day here in Southern California. There is not a cloud in the sky. The air is dry and clean. The temperature is about 70. I was awakened by a maddening text from my bank. An immense overdraft…

by | Dec 12, 2020

Friday An astonishing night. I’m in D.C. at my apartment at the Watergate. This afternoon Bob, my pal and driver, my caregiver, and a woman friend of college age went out to Oxford, Maryland. It’s a super-cute pre-Revolutionary village in…

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