Unlike most of the dramas you see on TV these days, this was not written in a “writers’ room” at a studio in Hollywood or Burbank. This was written down somewhere in the United States of America. About two months…
Sunday The air is clear. There is a soft spring breeze blowing over our swimming pool. The night blooming jasmine is giving me and our household a sumptuous gift of that perfect plumed air that is America in all of…
April 6, 2024 Dear Kitty, How are you? I hope you are well. We discussed my sending Coco some notes about Tommy’s side of her ancestry. So, here are a few memories. Alex, of course, is Coco’s grandmother, and, I…
It’s mid-February 2024. In a desultory way, I am packing up and getting ready to leave Sandpoint, Idaho. I have spent the happiest days of my life here. Tommy and I and Tommy’s best friends here, Peter Feierabend and his…
In 1953, my parents commissioned a famous D.C.-area architect named Mr. Palms to design the perfect fifties Modern house on Harvey Road in Silver Spring. Harvey Road was — and is — just off Dale Drive between Colesville Road and…
Long ago and far away, there was a more or less endless series of wars between Israel and the surrounding Arab states. Israel was wildly outnumbered by its enemies. The then–Soviet Union had supplied the Arab states with top-of-the-line modern…
As some of you know, I had a famous father, the economist, wit, and writer, Herbert Stein. I write about him a great deal, especially in these inflationary times, I write about his epigram: “If something cannot go on forever,…
Long ago and far away, through the miracle of my parents’ friendship with the immortal columnist and speechwriter Bill Safire, I met a young executive at Warner Bros. TV named Steve Greene. I had pitched an idea to a wonderful…
Saturday I had a disastrous night last night. The woman who is the closest to me of any human on earth had a wild panic attack while watching Perry Mason. It was terrifying. She was shaking like a leaf in…
