My column in the newspaper is about the Hamptons. And about celebrities. And about dogs and dads and all things that inspire me. There is no real rhyme or reason—I wake up one day and say: “oh, I will write about this!” Generally, it is me that the blog focuses on, it is me that I know the most about—‘write what you know!’ but it also deals with other people, other incidents, all sorts of stuff that I think may amuse people. Anyway, it amuses me.
Read on.
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I love musicals. Maybe you have seen me here, writing about them. And my encounters with Stephen Sondheim; my...
Posted 01/17/2018
Continue ReadingIt’s gone. I know. Another summer, another year barreling by.
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Posted 09/13/2017
Continue ReadingI have been watching “Feud” on FX every Sunday night at 10. Jessica Lange and Susan Sarandon play Joan Crawford and...
Posted 04/21/2017
Continue ReadingI first saw Streisand, before she might have been even known as Babs, in Vegas in 1969. “Funny Girl” was behind...
Posted 02/23/2017
Continue ReadingI worked in a shoe store in the mid-1960s. My dear, devoted, now departed step-father owned the store and insisted I work there...
Posted 01/17/2017
Continue ReadingTo many of you out there, the draft is what seeps through improperly caulked windows, or a gust of sudden wind that sometimes...
Posted 12/13/2016
Continue ReadingI’m not entirely sure this piece will ever see the light of day, will even surface as a blog; it certainly will not be...
Posted 11/22/2016
Continue ReadingIt’s been two years now, my mild obsession with bridge. There are those of you out there—my close friends and few...
Posted 10/13/2016
Continue ReadingIt’s been three years, four summers, since I sold my house in...
Posted 09/22/2016
Continue ReadingIn 2012, the first day of summer in fact, I was forced into retirement. Thing...
Posted 09/22/2016
Continue ReadingI am not a racist. I’m a Jew and a homosexual and am even more sympathetic to all...
Posted 07/15/2016
Continue ReadingI’m a writer. I have always been a writer since my early days in advertising—a copywriter then, for 45 years,...
Posted 04/25/2016
Continue ReadingThere is a line in a Woody Allen movie; I can’t remember which movie, which actor delivered the line or even what the set...
Posted 03/29/2016
Continue ReadingThere’s a dogwalker who comes to my building often. He’s not young, his face is lined and his coarse dark brown...
Posted 03/17/2016
Continue ReadingSome people do needlework.
My Mom, long gone, was a master (mistress?) at...
Posted 02/25/2016
Continue ReadingI didn’t always. For years, I didn’t quite get what the Facebook fascination was all about. An office mate of mine,...
Posted 02/02/2016
Continue ReadingI love the advertising business. Correction: I loved the advertising business. And I was damn good at it, too, as a writer and...
Posted 01/11/2016
Continue ReadingI was late coming to Sondheim. 1979. I was 31 years old and now I can’t...
Posted 12/29/2015
Continue ReadingWe were all thin once. Well, many of us were.
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Posted 11/05/2015
Continue ReadingThe expression: losing my shirt, tends to mean losing money, like on a deal gone bad, a...
Posted 10/19/2015
Continue ReadingI wrestled with calling this piece: “My Un-Hamptons Summer” and even considered it as a sub-title, but thought...
Posted 10/02/2015
Continue ReadingI don’t play tennis. I don’t golf. I burn easily, even with a hat and an SPF of 30 on my face, and my surfeit of...
Posted 08/14/2015
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