I can recall our marriage day as if it were yesterday. I was nervous. As scared as I was when I bought my first house on Klingle Street, Northwest. I didn’t like the idea of being locked into any kind…
Sunday — May 1, 2022 I slept late today, partly because I was in a sort of shock. I had driven down to my house in Rancho Mirage to soak up some sun. I brought with me my dear pal,…
I am writing this in a large but dreary hotel room in Orlando, Florida. I’m about to give a speech to a large group of retired people. These are well-to-do retired persons. That means they are smart. They have the…
Sunday Boo-hoo. Three days ago, I turned 77. That’s OLD. I keep trying to make a list of what I have learned, and here are a few of the key items I have soaked up. It is great to be…
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…
No one likes a glum Gus in a foxhole. As the bullets fly in America’s cities, monuments get defaced, and property is destroyed, the pandemic living room is turning into a panic room. Americans, hunkered down and afraid, try to…
I have known Jimmy Kimmel man and boy for 25 years since he started in TV as my co-host on Win Ben Stein’s Money. I have known him as colleague, friend, TV star, and human rights advocate. There is no…
Friday The shutdown goes on and on. But to tell the truth, I am so depressed by it that it hardly matters anymore. Outside the walls of my house in Beverly Hills, it’s just like “1984.” As some smart person…
Sunday. Yesterday I had a long telecon with a close friend of 78. She was getting ready for her Passover feast and told me in great detail about how much work it would be for her. “Well,” I interrupted her,…