Monday Lunch on another perfect Beverly Hills day at the Beverly Hills Hotel. It was surprisingly empty, but, as always, super cheerful. Then a rush to go to my shrink, Dr. C. We talked for the whole time about what…
Tuesday A scary day indeed. I went to lunch as I almost always do at the Cabana Café at the Beverly Hills Hotel. It’s only two and a half blocks from my house and it’s open air, so it’s not…
Tuesday Yuck. I awakened feeling ultra-depressed. Lethargic, suicidal, weak, hopeless. I couldn’t figure out why. I had a bland dinner. I had a good night watching a documentary about World War II narrated by Laurence Olivier. I had enjoyed a…
Friday Another perfect day here in glorious Beverly Hills. My pal, Glenn Miller (his real name), and my beautiful Polynesian Hawaiian girl, Mlle. X, met me at the very nearby Beverly Hills Hotel for lunch. We walked through the nearly…
Monday A horrible day. I was up a large part of the night with an upset stomach. I am pretty sure it was from eating over-spiced fillet of sole. My fault, because I seasoned it and sautéed it. But at…
Saturday, July 4 I awakened filled with dread, as I customarily do these days. It has to do with my beautiful America being torn to shreds by gangstas and their white enablers in the media and politics and the academy. Right…
What a terrible morning. I awakened with long-lasting, painful stomach disorders. I almost always have them, but these were unusually bad. As always, I felt suicidal. Long ago, I read that there are more nerves and synapses and all that…
Wednesday Dinner at a fabulous sushi place in Greenville, South Carolina. Bob, my colleague, and I are visiting my son and my granddaughter and my son’s girlfriend. We were gnawing on beef dumplings when the phone rang. It was Alex….
To my dear readers, I received this by email a few days ago. I had the privilege of going to Montgomery Blair High School in Silver Spring, Maryland. I was there in its glory days, the late fifties and early…
