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Welcome, 2018!!

2018 is going to be a great year.

This is the year that the American people are going to rise up and go to the polls in massive numbers on November 6th and vote out GOP lawmakers at all levels of government in a huge “NO” to Donald Trump.

Enough is enough.

With everything that’s going on in Washington, it’s hard to stay positive and optimistic, but I’m going to. When I was phone-banking for the Hillary Clinton campaign in 2016 (which I didn’t do enough), there were hats for sale at our local Democratic headquarters with “BLUE WAVE” on the front. Remember that for a few fleeting moments, the Hillary campaign thought that she was going to win forty states?

That dream evaporated, but a new dream exists. A new wave of activism—a real “blue wave”-- is growing across the country and is going to clean house in November. The Dems need to switch 24 seats in the House. It’s doable.

If you hate Trump and what he and the GOP stand for, here are some good places to work off your anger positively:

SWING LEFT – Find your nearest vulnerable GOP representative and unseat him or her.

INDIVISIBLE – Organize at the grass roots.

KNOCK ON EVERY DOOR – Canvass for progressive causes.

RUN FOR SOMETHING – Run for office yourself.

OPERATION 45 -- Work for transparency in the Trump/Pence administration.

MOVEMENT VOTER PROJECT – Find local progressive groups.

THE PUSSYHAT PROJECT – Fight for women’s rights.

MOVEMENT MATCH – Find the right group for you.


And that’s just a start. The #MeToo Movement signals a major shift in our society.  There are many places to do good.  Start now; things could hardly be more dire.


On a personal level, 2018 is going to be a great year for me. Life is random and accidental. Surprises are guaranteed every day. But I live a fairly regulated life (my choice), so I know a lot of what I’ll be doing in 2018.

In my perfectly accurate crystal ball, I see that in 2018 I will –

-- Turn in my latest draft of WHEN I GOT OUT and hope that my editor likes my changes, which I think improve the book

-- Babysit Calder twice a week (or more, if possible)

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My Top Ten Gumbo of 2017 (Part II)

Happy New Year! 2017 was a tough year, and 2018 should be even rockier.

As the Mueller investigation proceeds and more indictments come, Trump and the GOP, along with the Faux News/right-wing hate-radio noise machine, will become more and more unhinged and desperate. It will not end well.

So let me finish listing some of my favorite things from 2017, in case it was the last good year before the Fall/Impeachment/Unrest/Chaos of 2018:



I’ve been a subscriber to The New Yorker for I-don’t-know-how-long. Forty years? More? Reading The New Yorker is part of what I do every week. I don’t read it all, by any means, but it’s nice to know what’s there. (And we keep stacks of old New Yorkers around, so we can catch up to old issues.)

I read The New Yorker three ways: first, for the cartoons; next, for the happenings in New York City and capsule reviews; and finally, for the articles. Current editor David Remnick is maintaining the high standards set by Harold Ross and Mr. Shawn. In some ways, it’s better than ever. Maybe the fiction is weaker (no Cheever? no Updike? No Salinger?), and there is no critic I look forward to reading the way I used to look forward to Pauline Kael. I guess the era of the powerful movie critic is over: everything is now Rotten Tomatoes.

But I still rip open the cover as soon as I get it in the house, to see what “everyone” is reading. In fact, many of their stories make news and are on the internet and website long before I get the actual magazine in California.

I give New Yorker subscriptions to several people for Christmas. I can’t think of a better present.

Anatomy of a New Yorker cartoon – by Bob Mankoff, cartoon editor

Trump cartoons from The New Yorker

New Yorker dog cartoons

More New Yorker cartoons



I didn’t see everything, but these two are the best of what I did see. Martin McDonagh fulfills the promise of IN BRUGES, and Greta Gerwig emerges as a first-class screenwriter/director.

Both filmmakers benefit from wonderful performances by two excellent actresses: one young, one not-so-young. Saiorse Ronan and Frances McDormand should fight it out for the Best Actress Oscar.

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My Top Ten Gumbo of 2017 (Part I)

No question about it, 2017 was a tough year.

And it’s not just the person in the White House. It’s the entire catastrophic GOP agenda: this horrible “tax reform” bill filled with poison pills, the hijacking of the federal judiciary by the ultra-right, the subversion of the EPA, the State Department, and the Interior Department, the attacks on the FBI and the Department of Justice, not the mention the failure to get to the bottom of Russia’s interference with the 2016 election. And there is so much more: Michael Flynn and Paul Manafort and Steve Bannon and Jeff Sessions and Mike Pence and Kellyanne Conway and Sarah Huckabee Sanders and Jared and Ivanka and Roy Moore and Mitch McConnell and Paul Ryan and Mike Mulvaney and Donald Jr. and George Papadopoulis and Rick Gates and Vladimir Putin. The list is almost endless: the corruption is deep and complete.

It makes it hard to concentrate on anything else. Everything else is really minor, when you consider that Trump has his finger on the nuclear button.

But within my micro-life, I had some beautiful moments and exquisite experiences in 2017, and that’s what I’m trying to focus on as we celebrate the end of an improbable year:



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Nature knows something. Old people and young people just seem to go together. And so the cycle of nature gives me a little boy – the son of my son – to fill these late-in-the-game days with a kind of pure, uncomplicated, primal love that I’ve never known before.

Fortunately, I get a lot of one-on-one time with my grandson Calder. His parents trust me. (I was a good Dad. And I am so terrified of anything going wrong while Calder’s in my care that I am super-ultra-vigilant. Nothing but good will ever happen to him while he’s with me.)

It makes me think of the song from SWEENEY TODD

“Nothing's gonna harm you
Not while I'm around
Nothing's gonna harm you
No sir, not while I'm around”

Sometimes I take him to a playground near his house. I push him in a stroller and sing and talk to him. We make jokes and play “I Spy” and talk about what’s new in the family. As his mother has said many times, “Calder is a good companion.” He just happens to be very young.

I also take him to two different parks near my house: our local playground with two play structures, some greenspace and a bandstand, and a larger park a little further away with ballfields, tennis courts, a huge playground, and even some forest.

Sometimes I’ll take him to a nearby botanical gardens – Descanso Gardens – which is an absolute gem. Of international renown, Descanso is our magical 150-acre retreat, tucked into Cherry Canyon on the south side of town, less than two miles from my house. Just two traffic lights. Calder loves flowers and gardening. “I am a good, strong gardener,” he says as he rakes, digs, or hoes.

Descanso is most famous for its vast camellia forest and its collection of native oaks. There is also a rosarium, a Japanese garden, a bird sanctuary, a lilac garden, and a xeriscape. (That’s a drought-tolerant or low-water garden, composed of native plants.) There are lots of walks and trails, a miniature railroad, and a stream. There are koi in the stream, and I’ve spent many hours, illegally feeling the koi with contraband bread. Kids love to feed bread to the koi, both my kids and the kid I used to mentor. Oh hell, I love to feed bread to the koi. But no more: I am a rule-follower with Calder. Right down the line.

The ETC. about Calder is that now I get to enjoy the Tiny Goddess as “Nana” or “Nanny” or “Nan” … my Son as a good Dad … my Daughter as a beloved aunt … my Daughter-in-Law as Mother-of-the-Year … and all the ripples of goodness that come from this smart, nice little boy.

It’s something quite wonderful: a new kind of love, this late in life.


“Not While I’m Around” – from SWEENEY TODD –sung by Ken Jennings



I watched more baseball this season than I ever have in my entire life. I bet that the TG and I watched more than 100 games. We missed a lot of April and May, but once the basketball season ended, we watched just about every game.

The love of baseball came slowly to me. When I was a kid, I wasn’t very good at baseball, and it was too slow and boring for me. It took a lifetime for me to develop an appreciation of this sport, from which I now derive so much pleasure.

And this was an amazing Dodger season to follow. Just because they fell short in Game 7 of the World Series, I won’t dismiss the whole season as a failure. At least they got us all the way to a Game 7. That’s the closest the Dodgers have gotten since 1988, the year before we moved to LA.

We reveled in every win, died a little with every loss, and enjoyed the whole ride. To quote from my “D-DAYS” blog from July 11 --

“The team is great: from veterans like Clayton Kershaw (who is approaching Koufax Kountry) and Chase Utley to prime contributors like Justin Turner, Kenley Jansen, and Joc Pederson to new stars like Corey Seager and the sensational rookie Cody Bellinger. If you have Yasiel Puig hitting in the seventh or eighth position, you have a powerhouse line-up.

They could go all the way this year, but beating the Houston Astros in the World Series will not be easy.”

Turns out, my prediction was dead accurate.

I can’t wait until next season. I might even have to look at what’s going on down in Orange County with the Angels and Japanese sensation Shohei Ohtani, the new Babe Ruth. Not to mention Giancarlo Stanton and Aaron Judge in the Bronx.

Game 5 of the World Series highlights – one of the greatest games of all time!! – the year’s highest drama, even if the Dodgers lost

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