Well, we made it through the first week of the new year though apparently it wasn’t all that easy. But first I digress to a New Year’s greetings tradition that I find puzzling.
They say (whoever “they” is) that the older one gets the faster the years fly by. I can attest to that because this one was a total blur. I only hope this doesn’t mean I’ll soon be going to “early bird” dinners.
‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. (First of all, I live in an apartment. And secondly, it doesn’t exactly enhance the Christmas spirit imagining mice in my place, even if they’re not “stirring.
For me, former talk-show host Dick Cavett summed up column writing best. “At first you think this is easy. Then it’s uh, oh, I’m running out of stuff.
Back in September I wrote about when I worked as a security guard at the Shores some 30 years ago. Other than when I discovered a tenant’s dead body (yikes!), I confess that I spent more time writing my novel than I did any security work.
This Saturday UCLA plays USC at the Rose Bowl in a football rivalry that dates back to 1929, which was the year of the Great Depression. The Bruins must have been in a depression of their own because USC won the first two games by a combined total of 128-0.
Yesterday was Thanksgiving, which meant millions of Americans traveled near and far to have a holiday dinner with their family. It also meant, shortly thereafter, millions of Americans reached for an antacid.
This week I’m determined not to write about heart attacks, politics or the upcoming Thanksgiving holiday, which, unless the weather changes, will feel like the middle of summer.
I want to thank the over three dozen people who sent me “get well” e-mails. It was very touching. I was able to answer them all as I seem to have some free time on my hands.
Comedians often question if any subject, no matter how heinous, can be fodder for humor. For example, Hitler would seem out of bounds and yet Mel Brooks’ “The Producers” is sold out on Broadway for the next 10 years.
The mid-term elections are on Tuesday. Can it really be two years since Barack Obama gave his stirring victory speech in Chicago’s Grant Park and Oprah cried tears of joy on a stranger’s shoulder? (I wonder if that guy got a free car.
Last week, I saw a TV show that was both riveting and disturbing. And no, I’m not referring to Michael Bolton getting kicked off “Dancing With the Stars” (a show whose success mystifies me).
