It’s Saturday, March 28, 2020.

I’m supposed to be going to see the Mets raise their record to 2-and-0 by beating the Washington Nationals at Citi Field. It’s Pete Alonso Rookie of the Year Bobblehead Day.

But, by 4 p.m. ET, it’ll be raining too hard to play. Also, the season is delayed by COVID-19.

The rainout means the Mets’ No. 2 starter, Noah Syndergaard, won’t throw the second no-hitter and first perfect game in franchise history. 

That, and the elbow surgery he underwent Thursday that keeps him from pitching until next year.

A lot of folks seem miffed, shocked or amused by the report that Trump sought guidance on the coronavirus crisis from Alex Rodriguez.

My thought: A-Rod knows more about how to deal with this than Larry Kudlow or Peter Navarro. How much worse can he be?

When this is over, there should be a few things:

— A ticker tape down Broadway for the people who work in hospitals, supermarkets, take-out establishments, drug stores. As well as the police, firefighters, EMTs and – often forgotten – sanitation workers.

— Awards for the most clever short videos created during this crisis.

Here’s my nominee for today. It helps if you’ve seen “The Irishman.”  https://twitter.com/FrankCaliendo/status/1243696008325816320?s=20

Here’s what’s playing on my iTunes playlist right now: “The Heat Is On,” by Glenn Frey.  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uZD8HKVKneI

Today should have been the 52nd birthday of Iris Chang. 

She’s the New Jersey native who wrote two seminal books about China – “The Rape of Nanking,” a brilliant work that revealed atrocities committed by the Japanese during World War II, and “The Chinese in America.”

Chang was working on a book about another horrific event of World War II, the Bataan Death March, when she became ill with depression. 

After a stay in a psychiatric hospital, she returned home to the West Coast – but committed suicide in November 2004.

My point in bringing up this – instead of the other cute things I could point out about something that happened on another March 28 – is a reminder how fragile we all are.

Especially now. Especially when we can’t get out as freely as we’d like and see people who can reaffirm us and help. 

Especially when we’re faced with so much pain and sickness and death that sometimes it feels apocalyptic. 

Success and fame – such as Iris Chang attained – are no cures. 

Talking it through with a loved one, a professional therapist or a minister. Looking for beauty – even on a gray March day with a lot of rain. Understanding that you’re not alone, even in this time of self-quarantine.

This is hard. Don’t minimize that. Try to understand how others are feeling but, as important, try to understand how you’re feeling. 

We’ll get through this. But not without a few rainouts.



It’s Monday, March 23, 2020. 

Today is Pakistan Day, the 64th anniversary of the nation’s becoming the first Islamic republic in the world. 

This mention is a gift to any of my future news editing. March 23, 1956 is the correct answer to the fact-checking assignment question about when Pakistan became a republic.

Tetsuharu Kawakami was born on this day a century ago.

Kawakami’s claim to fame was managing the Yomiuri Giants of the Central League to 11 Japan Series baseball championships – including nine in a row.

According to Robert Whiting’s three-part 2013 obit in the Japan Times, Kawakami was what Americans would likely sum up as a Zen hardass.

He believed in teamwork over all and pushed his players’ training to the limit. And he messed with the minds of players he thought didn’t display the proper respect and dedication.

One example: A star pitcher whose attitude Kawakami found lacking was on the mound when the Giants had a 10-0 lead with two out and nobody on in the fifth inning – one out from getting credit for the win.

Kawakami took him out. No W.

The lack of “wa,” the team harmony that was Kawakami’s guiding principle, is profoundly felt in the Coronavirus Crisis of 2020.

In some ways, New York Gov. Andrew Cuomo’s daily briefings on the crisis are an attempt at achieving that harmony.

The idea is that, by giving people facts and leavening them with his wit and being straight forward, Cuomo tries to unify the people of the state in combatting the biggest crisis we have ever faced.

Does it work?

Somewhat. Cuomo wasn’t a particularly popular governor before this crisis, but even his critics believe he’s done a good job.

The problem is that we are addicted to polarization. It’s the operating engine of our society.

It’s why Trump is useless in a situation that requires the nation to be united. 

Forget the fact that he failed the nation by not heeding the warnings about the coronavirus when this year started. 

He could have overcome that by being a unifying force. By doing the hard stuff like making sure the government was actually functioning. 

A competent president would have coordinated testing for the virus. He or she would have commanded American industry into making the stuff needed to keep people alive.

Trump also failed to do the stuff that makes legendary presidents – bringing the country together in a crisis to defeat a common enemy.

Leaders inspire. I thought Ronald Reagan was a godawful president, but his speech after the Challenger disaster is a brilliant example of bring a nation together in grief.

Trump’s incapable of any of that. The constant effort to be the one to come up with the heroic solution for which he has no training or aptitude. 

The attempt to link this virus to being Chinese – it’s not just to China. It’s the suggestion that there’s something about these people – and, by extension, people from that part of the world – that creates these viruses that kill.

In the process, he creates the disharmony. The anti-wa. He thinks that what his supporters want – and he might be right.

But the price is ultimately failure. A situation that’s far worse than it needs be – and threatens not hundreds of lives but thousands and maybe millions.

There has never been a time in our life – and maybe only twice in American history, the Revolution and World War II – when our nation has been more in need of unification, of coordinating help for every single American with the force of every single American.

It’s why there’s such opposition to the solution offered by Trump and the Republicans. 

Instead of giving aid to everyone, regardless of economic status – instead of committing to the whole team – they’ll see if the business gods they worship want to step up and help. 

Which they’ll do – but many of them only when it’s 10-0 with two out and nobody on in the fifth inning.

Alas, there’s no Tetsuharu Kawakami to take out the pitcher. 

That’s going to have to be our job. November can’t get here fast enough.



It’s Saturday, March 21, 2020.

It’s the 58th birthday of Matthew Broderick – a man with the good fortune of having everyone think of him as a teenager even on his 58th birthday.

It’s the 14th anniversary of Twitter. Jack Dorsey and his colleagues supposedly created it after a day-long brainstorming session on March 21, 2006.

Twitter is one of those things people love to hate. I thought it was really stupid when I first encountered it. 

But because it was becoming an important source of information, I was compelled to join it when I worked at CNNMoney. And now, like lots of other people who were initially skeptical, it’s a regular part of daily life.

So much so that I suspect it would be harder for health experts to say don’t look at Twitter than it is to not touch my face during this pandemic. 

The problem is that it’s hardly an untarnished public good. 

One handle says that best: @realDonaldTrump.

So is the world better because of that March 21st in 2006? 

The tweet is out on that.

Song of the day: “Dreams” by the Allman Brothers.

Red Smith, one of my sportswriting heroes, told the story of the year he was at spring training writing feelgood stories about the baseball players getting in shape in Florida.

The pieces drove his boss, New York Herald-Tribune sports editor Stanley Woodward, to almost send a wire saying “Will you stop godding up those ballplayers?”

Ballplayers still get godded up – my Pete Alonso Polar Bear t-shirt is testimony to that.

Unfortunately, even more so, so are business moguls.

Since the 1980s, the people who’ve been held in awe by media and – to some extent – the general public are the mostly men who run companies or make shrewd investments and become wealthy.

Think about how people like Bill Gates, Steve Jobs, Warren Buffett, Elon Musk have been lauded over the years.

Think about how Jamie Dimon of Chase, Lloyd Blankfein of Goldman Sachs and other financial services leaders never spent a day in prison for what they did to the U.S. economy in 2008.

Think about Jack Walsh, the recently passed former CEO of General Electric. At the turn of the century, I remember watching him on CNNfn – and the interviewer treated him as if what he said was the equivalent of the tablets from Mt. Sinai. 

Walsh and CNNfn are both gone. Thanks to the way Walsh ran it, General Electric almost is.

Finally, think about Donald J. Trump. 

He cultivated an image of business mogul extraordinare. “The Art of the Deal.” “The Apprentice.”  The gawdy hotels, the gold-plated offices.

Before he became president, Trump was a fixture on TV networks – even the ones he now labels “fake news” – as some sort of business expert. 

Didn’t he have a weekly appearance on CNBC? And I remember seeing him oozing through the newsroom at CNN.

The problem with Trump was that he was a fake. He took his father’s real estate fortune and ran it into the ground, needing help from other business moguls to stay afloat.

There were people who saw through him – in fact, more people did than didn’t in 2016.

But there were a lot of people who didn’t. And in a nation where making money is primary – it’s gospel to some – Trump seemed like the answer to their own financial crises.

And yet, if Bill Gates or Michael Bloomberg or even Warren Buffett had run against him four years ago, they might have beaten him.

Because business moguls make money and that commands a godlike amount of respect.

You know what doesn’t respect these folks’ ability to make money?

The coronavirus.

That little bug floating ominously around all of us is about to leave thousands – and possibly millions – of us dead.

And yet, the Republicans led by the U.S. Senate – led by Mitch McConnell, a strong candidate for the most infamous person in American history – think that helping corporate America, business moguls, are the ones who have the answers to this crisis.

They see the gods of industry – who certainly lubricated their cause with millions in campaign contributions – as having the wherewithal to pull us out of this. Give them money and their supposed acumen will solve everything.


They’re one of the reasons why we’re this messed up right now.

If Trump had been less concerned about the stock market and corporate well-being, and more focused on what was needed to stem this outbreak, both the outbreak and the economy would have been better controlled.

And where were the business leaders, these so-called wizards of finance? If they were as astute as they want people to see them, they would have waived red flags like the color guard team in a marching band.

So if the federal government is going to act to solve the health and financial crises – IN THAT ORDER – it needs to focus on individuals. 

It needs to mobilize American industry in the same way this country did that after Pearl Harbor. 

Apple and General Motors can stop making iPhones and GMC trucks, and start making ventilators. Drugmakers can focus on vaccines and treatment instead of erectile dysfunction and age spots. Small businesses can make millions of masks and gowns, and gallons of hand sanitizer.

Congress and the administration need to stop worrying about bs like means testing and whether people who earn very little money get less than people who earn little money.

We’re not getting out of this until we stop godding up the CEOs, the hotshot investors, financial services companies. Focus on helping everyone and not the guys who are good at making – or, in the case of Trump, faking making – a buck

And let’s go back to godding ballplayers. Right now, that seems pretty wonderful.



It’s Thursday, March 19, 2020. 

Spring begins at 11:50 p.m. ET, the earliest start to the season in 124 years.

What a waste!

It’s the 84th birthday of Ursula Andress, one of the screen sex goddesses of the 1960s.

She was the first Bond girl, showing up on a beach in a white bikini in “Dr. No.” That was the only film I’ve ever seen her in that I’ve – at any time – thought was good.

Mostly, I associate her with crappy movies.

I’m thinking in particular of something call “She” from the mid-1960s. It was one of the movies my family saw at the drive-in – we went to the drive in every weekend in the summer – and it made the running list of spectacularly bad films my mother and I compiled over the years.

Being 11 years old when “She” came out, I might not have been that impressed with Andress’ physical attributes. That leaves the acting ability – although I guess that is not why people went to see films like that.

Anyway, I hope Andress – like everyone else – is safe on her birthday.

Speaking of the ’60’s and ’70’s, I watched “The Irishman” last night and was impressed with its depictions of some iconic American roadside establishments.

When we traveled, Howard Johnson’s were a must stop. The motels were considered state of the art – and the restaurants, way before McDonald’s, marketed to kids with characters and tchotchkes.

There was also a Stuckey’s – we lived on those pralines during our 1972 cross-country drive – and a Lum’s, where I ate once a week during my internship in Jackson, Michigan.

HoJo and Lum’s are gone. Stuckey’s is trying to make a comeback – now that I know there’s one in North Stonington, Conn., I’ll try to get there this summer.

If we can travel by then.

My friend and former colleague, Jessica Dickler, writes for CNBC.com that state schools could see a surge in enrollment.

That’s because families, crushed by what could become the great depression of the 21st century, look for more affordable college options than the really expensive private universities.

As someone who teaches at a state school in New Jersey, I worry more about the kids already in my class.

Even though a state school is a fraction of the cost of a private one, it is very difficult for many of these young people to afford. Just about every single student I’ve had works a full-time job or close to it to be able to pay for tuition. 

Now, with talk of 20% unemployment, are these students going to need their jobs to help support their parents – making a class in news editing a luxury for which they’ll wax nostalgic?

My iTunes playlist today is songs played between 30 and 39 since 2010.

The current song is “Confirmation” by Art Blakey and the Jazz Messengers.

In addition to all the stuff at the top, today is St. Joseph’s Day.

It was my paternal grandmother’s favorite day of the year. Unfortunately, she would spend it making a Sicilian dish that combined spaghetti with sardines.

Mercifully, there are better things one can eat. Like this recipe online for St. Joseph’s zeppole – including the ricotta-filled ones known as sfingi: https://olives-n-okra.com/saint-josephs-day-zeppole/

Buona festa di San Giuseppe!


It’s Tuesday, March 17. Happy St. Patrick’s Day.

Today is the 135th birthday of Ralph Rose.

He won gold medals in shot put in the 1904, 1908 and 1912 Olympics, as well as a silver in discus and a bronze in hammer throw at those 1904 games in St. Louis.

In the 1908 Olympics, he competed in tug-of-war. That was an Olympic sport until 1920.

Also in 1908, he carried the flag into the arena for the opening ceremony in London. And, being of Irish extraction, he refused to dip the flag for King Edward VII.

Rose was expected to compete in the 1916 Olympics – which never took place anyway, thanks to World War I. But he died in 1913 of typhoid fever at the age of 28.

Why does that seem so relevant?

  1. Normally, a Republican governor’s effort to stop a Democratic presidential primary would infuriate anyone with a smidgen of a belief in democracy.

But I understand why Ohio governor Mike DeWine wanted to stop today’s vote in his state.

We’re telling people not to get together in groups of more than 10 in this COVID-19 crisis. Then we send them to interact with the – usually – senior citizens who operate polling stations, sometimes waiting on line with other potentially vulnerable people.

Now, should DeWine have overruled a judge’s decision to let the primary take place?


I know this is an emergency, but maybe we can try to abide by the rule of law as much as possible.

I think an expedited appeal would have been a better course of action. I think there are ways to delay the vote without compromising Ohioans’ rights.

2.   I’ve seen a couple of polls showing more people support Trump’s handling of this crisis than think he screwed up royally – which is the objectively correct answer.


My guess is that if you think Trump is doing a good job with this, you live in a place that hasn’t really been affected by this yet. You don’t live in New York or Washington states, New Jersey, California or any of the states with hundreds of cases.

And, if you live somewhere like Wyoming or Oklahoma, where social distancing is just plain distancing, what’s the big deal?

Folks, if you think – as you might be inclined to – that this was the thing that would undo Trump with those infected by the virus that attacks their brains, think again.

3.  Today’s iTunes playlist is songs whose title begin with “Bac…”

Right now, the song is “Back Off Boogaloo” by Ringo Starr. (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BXg1AxBXN5g)

4.   Because all these streaming services are chockablock with documentaries, I’m trying to watch one a night.

Last night’s was “If These Knishes Could Talk,” about New York accents.

It was fine. But the premise was a little far-fetched.

What accent?

5.   Grocery workers are rightly getting many kudos for the vital function they’re performing in this crisis.

They’re being equated with health care workers and first responders, and given all that’s transpired in the last week or so, that’s understandable.

So let me throw in my nominee for people who deserve appreciation in this crisis.

Sanitation workers.

I just watched them take two pails of refuse from the curb. They’ve been doing that all morning – and even here in a part of Rockland where there aren’t a lot of reports of positive virus tests, who the hell knows what’s in those pails?

And yet, they’re out there taking it on.

I’m thinking of them as heroes of the Great COVID-19 Crisis, too.



Ho, Ho, Ho

It’s Sunday, March 15, 2020.

Today is Santa Claus’ 1,750th birthday.

Really. (Or as really as these things are, given the lack of digital – or analog – data in the third century. The history is a little fuzzy.)

Nicholas of Myra’s most famous trait was generosity, but he wasn’t looking much for publicity. According to lore, he secretly threw gold into a house so that a poor man’s three daughters could be married rather than become prostitutes – the sex workers’ rights movement not having caught on yet.

The poor man supposedly caught Nicholas in the act. But Nicholas told him not to tell anyone.

Obviously, the guy couldn’t be trusted. Hence, “Miracle on 34th Street” et al.

Nicholas became a bishop of the early Catholic Church who lived until Dec. 6, 343 – for some reason, Catholics decided to celebrate the day he died, not today.

Alas, Santa is likely spending the day social distancing from the elves at the North Pole.

It’s also the Ides of March, the day Julius Caesar was shot to death in the Roman Senate.

Just checking to see if you’re awake.

I haven’t done one of these in a while. But given our peculiar circumstances, it seems a great idea for all of us  to share what we’re thinking.

It would at least reduce the sense of isolation.

Because we’re going to be at this for awhile.

I’ll try to do this every other day. But here’s five quick thoughts I’ve had in the past day or so.

  1. When I was at CNNMoney.com, one of my responsibilities was contingency planning.

Two or three times a year, I’d be pulled from editing copy to take part in a company-wide drill. Somebody would plot some disaster scenario and I would go to another building in Manhattan or a remote truck on a Hudson River pier and see if I could run our website from there.

The scenario would be a bomb somewhere in the city – that one came dangerously true at CNN itself in October 2018 – or a disgruntled employee stabbing my boss or other things that involved terrorists, madmen or weather.

We never, ever planned for this.

Not even close. If somebody had come up with this idea, it would have been laughed out of the room.

To their credit, the people at CNN and other newsrooms around the country have become much more proficient at scrambling. My former colleagues are working at home – the CNN exceptions are the people who have to go on air and the people who have to put them on it.

No, they don’t want or expect the plaudits rightly being given to the frontline people in this crisis: medical workers, first responders, the employees at grocery, drug and warehouse stores.

But telling people the facts about what’s going on is an essential part of how we’ll get through this crisis.

So, as always, my best to my friends working hard to report what might become the biggest story of our lives.

Maybe we didn’t see this one coming. But you folks are ready. Of course.

2.   Is there going to be an extension on income tax filing?

Because I thought my website had $$$ potential, I have a business. My tax deadline is tomorrow – and I took my business and personal tax information to my wonderful accountant last week. Once she does my personal return, I’m done.

But I also have to do the return for my mother, who passed away in November. And I really don’t think I can deal with the intricacies of this without seeing my mother’s accountant – in her hometown 50 miles from here.

The tax deadline doesn’t account for accountants. This is the advantage people who do their own taxes have over the lazy rest of us.

So will the deadline be extended? Or will those of us who use accountants and haven’t gotten started on their return need to file the usual extension request?

3.  Here’s an idea I’m offering ESPN:

Make a deal with a video game maker and form a league.

The players would consist of a mix of athletes idled by the suspension of play in their sports, entertainers barred from the stage and some people drawn in a lottery among people who have registered their software.

Run the contests on air to make up some of the lost hours.

And use the proceeds to help people in need. Maybe stadium and arena employees not getting paid.

You’re welcome.

4.   If Ben Carson and the rest of the clowns in this administration think the answer to this crisis is for them to declare a national day of prayer, I have a weather advisory for the Washington area:

Beware of lightning.

5.   Perhaps, in isolation, we’ll discover things about ourselves we didn’t know before.

The most important thing I hope is that we’re stronger than we thought we were.

Once the seriousness of this crisis became aware to most of us – obviously, there are still dopes who think this is overblown – we became a little panicky.

Witness the Great Toilet Paper Run of 2020.

But now we’re going to have time to hunker down and deal with this. We have to man/woman up and deal with this virus-enforced solitude.

It’ll be easier for some than others. I’m here with my wife and my son, who’s home from South Korea. My daughter is safe three miles away. That’ll be a blessing.

We’ll find ways to engage without getting in each other’s hair. And maybe we’ll learn something new – something hard to imagine after all these years.

Those of you alone or worried about family will have it harder.

Don’t be afraid to reach to friends and acquaintances. Focus on what’s interesting about them and find something new.

This crisis is the opposite of the famous Benjamin Franklin quote about hanging together.

This time we must, indeed, all hang separately – or face catastrophe together.



It’s Sunday, August 4, 2019.

On this day 55 years ago, the bodies of civil rights workers Michael Schwerner, Andrew Goodman and James Cheney were found at a construction site near Philadelphia, Miss.

They had been murdered by a conspiracy of Klansmen and law enforcement officials bothered by their investigation of a church burning.

Five years ago, President Barack Obama – who, coincidentally, was born on this day 58 years ago – posthumously awarded Schwerner, Goodman and Cheney the Presidential Medal of Freedom.

Two points: 1. I’d bet $1,000 Trump has no idea who they are. 2. White supremacy ain’t anything new.

You need to look around for details of the Dayton shooting, in which nine people died. (Here’s a link to the Dayton Daily News site: https://www.daytondailynews.com)


Well, first, the news cycle is still absorbing the 20 people murdered in El Paso yesterday. (And here’s the El Paso Times site: https://www.elpasotimes.com)

Second, it was a late night shooting – much like when the Mets play in California – and didn’t make the Sunday paper.

Third, the information about the Dayton shooting remains sketchy. The alleged shooter was just identified by police a few minutes ago. And it’s not yet clear what his motives were, while we’re pretty sure the subhuman who committed the El Paso atrocity was doing his part for white supremacy and his hero in the White House. 

Finally, there’s this sobering fact: On Wikipedia’s list of the top 25 mass shootings in American history, Dayton falls just short. You need to kill 10 people other than yourself to make the cut. El Paso, with its 20 lives snuffed out, managed to grab sole possession of eighth place.

Two mass shootings within 24 hours seems new. I can’t remember anything like that off the top of my head.

But it’s hard to remember them all of these mass shootings. Or to remember all the details of even the most prominent ones.

For example, yesterday’s shooting in El Paso missed seventh place by one fatality. That would be the murder of 21 people at a McDonald’s in San Ysidro, Calif., in 1984 – the shooting I always confuse with the 1979 San Diego schoolyard murders of two adults that inspired the Boomtown Rats’ song “I Don’t Like Mondays.”

By the way, only two dead doesn’t qualify by some measures as a mass killing. You need a minimum of four to make the list.

The McDonald’s murders grabbed the top spot among mass murders until 1991, when the incident that now occupies sixth place occurred. That took place in Killeen, Texas, at a Luby’s Cafeteria, and left 23 people dead.

You don’t remember who did those murders or why, do you? I mean, I had to look them up. The guy who committed the McDonald’s shootings was mad that mental health workers didn’t return his calls. The guy who committed the Luby’s killings thought all women were vipers.

Maybe it’s the 30 or so years between the incidents. 

Or maybe, just maybe, it’s the fact that there’s one mass shooting in this country every single goddamn day. White supremacy is just the latest trend – a frightening new motherlode of rationale for the gun nuts.

And, like the Onion’s powerful reposting of the same story every time there’s a mass shooting – with the headline “No Way to Prevent This,” Says Only Nation Where This Happens Regularly”  – here’s my reminder of what I say after someone naively states that maybe this will lead to sensible gun control laws:

It has to do with the mass murder in fourth place. 

This country watched as 20 elementary schoolchildren – six- and seven-year-olds – and six adults who tried to protect them died in a shooting in Connecticut 11 days before Christmas.

And the United States Congress did nothing.


So here we are a day or so after two mass murders – one that makes the Top 25 list and one that just missed but which together result in 29 deaths of people who likely had no inkling that yesterday was their last day of life.

And yet, I assume this moment will pass without action.

Because of the morons who continue to obstruct what should be a no-freakin’-brainer.

They blame video games. Or violent TV and movies. Or mental health issues.

They say the country should unify and that gun control advocates shouldn’t politicize these tragedies – in fact, they’ve falsely accused Kamala Harris of trying to raise campaign funds from the shootings when the link on her site is to support gun control advocates.

The morons want people to pray for the souls lost. They want people to support the first responders.

Ignore them.

Don’t retweet them. Don’t summarize them. 

I don’t give a damn about the affected sorrow of Kellyanne Conway or Kevin McCarthy or John Cornyn or Greg Abbott or Mike DeWine or “Moscow Mitch” McConnell or even Donald Trump.

Unless they say something about how it’s time to act on gun control – at the very least, to act on the two bills passed by the House earlier this year – what they have to say is worthless.

They have no moral standing on this issue. It’s a waste of electrons.

You and I have made our position clear. We’ve elected people who understand the problem. 

But until McConnell and Cornyn and Trump and the rest of the NRA whores are thrown out of office or – and this would take a miracle – they see reason, it’s ridiculous to listen to or, worse, repeat anything they have to say after these or the next mass murders.

As their supposed hero, Nancy Reagan, said, “Just say no.” Until they say yes.




It’s Thursday, July 25, 2019.

It’s the 25th anniversary of the signing of the Washington Declaration, ending the state of hostility between Israel and Jordan. 

Yes, folks, there was a time when Israel was willing and able to talk about deals with others in the region. Egypt. Jordan. Even the PLO. 

Leaders with courage – men like Yitzhak Rabin – believed Israel should be an ideal, not just an idea. That it could be part of a comprehensive effort to defuse the Middle East and, at the same time, make Israel as secure as any state can be in our times.

That kind of amity seems a long time past.

It’s 2044. 

It’s 110 degrees in Central Park. The Mets’ bullpen leads baseball’s 64 teams in blown saves.

And the leading contender for Best Picture – assuming the Oscars survive another 25 years – is “Mueller Time,” the dramatic story of the day in 2019 an unassuming former prosecutor and FBI director inspired the nation to depose a felon and would-be dictator from the White House.

As Robert Mueller, Jake Gyllenhaal delivers another impeccable performance. His highlight moment comes after an obtuse Republican congressman asks a snide question about how biased the investigation was.

There’s an ECU of Gyllenhaal, his voice rising slowly and surely as he talks about being a Republican – but being an American first. And that if we want to stay a free people – there’s an Alexandre Desplat crescendo now – we’ll act immediately.

His words inspire Democrats and convince Republicans. There’s an immediate impeachment vote in the House. Senators, watching in their offices, hurry to the floor and hold the trial that night.

The only bad thing: Trump escapes the U.S. marshals and flies to Moscow in one of his planes. After all, it’s a three-film deal and the sequel is coming in 2046.

Does that sum up the Democrats’ fantasy expectation about yesterday’s hearings?

That wasn’t going to happen.

The best Democrats should have hoped for was what you got. Mueller restating what he and his team concluded. The facts.

I think the facts point to crimes committed by Trump and his sycophants. I think the Justice Department guideline that a sitting president can’t be indicted is BS. I think an impeachment inquiry is in order.

Democrats believed Mueller restating and elaborating the facts of his report would make people see the light and clamor for impeachment. 

But, according to reporting by CNN’s Brian Stelter, only about 13 million Americans watched yesterday’s hearing. And I bet a good chunk of that audience already knew how it felt about this stuff.

There was never going to be a groundswell following Mueller’s testimony. By the weekend, it will have been overtaken in the news cycle.

However, that doesn’t mean what happened yesterday was a waste of time.

The American people had the right to hear about a report they bought with the tax dollars. And to hear it from the guy in charge.

There were legitimate questions asked yesterday. Indeed, one of the most relevant came from Texas Republican Will Hurd, who inquired about Russia’s continued effort to subvert our electoral process.

And, as with most hearings, there were the grandstanding questions. Republicans trying to discredit Mueller with whatabouts that were petty, obscure or irrelevant. Democrats trying to get that cinematic moment – nowadays it’s called the viral moment – that would make history.

Anyone lamenting the hearing as lacking fireworks or not providing great optics – whether they be a politician or a journalist – is a fool. 

Congressional hearings aren’t theater. Yes, they can sometimes be dramatic, But their purpose is to inform, to put facts on record.

Yesterday’s hearings did just that. They are a companion piece to the Mueller report, which everyone should read.

The Oscar fodder will have to wait for Trump’s downfall in disgrace – and our sincere belief that if there’s a merciful God, it’s coming soon.



It’s Monday, July 22, 2019.

On this day in 1882, Edward Hopper was born in Upper Nyack, N.Y., about four miles from where I’m writing this.

I’m not an art freak, but Hopper is a favorite. His paintings evoke two places I find beautiful: lower Manhattan and Cape Cod.

Those paintings capture moments of people’s lives in places that feel familiar. One of my favorites is “Gas,” a gas station on a quiet road – I always think it’s someplace on Route 6A in Cape Cod, but it could be anywhere in the Northeast. 

And if, by mentioning this, I plant a mindpictureworm of “Nighthawks” or “Cape Cod Morning” or “Early Sunday Morning” or any other of Hopper’s work, I’ve done well.

The first trailer from the movie about Mr. Rogers is out and trending on social media. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-VLEPhfEN2M 

My baby brother is not a Tom Hanks fan. He might be the only person who won’t like this trailer. 

Everybody else sees Tom Hanks as Mr. Rogers and cries. Mainly because it’s Tom Hanks and Mr. Rogers.

I think most people love both of them because they remind us of goodness. Of competence. Of  compassion.

Right now, it feels that those virtues are lost in a dark cave.

Like magic, this two-year-old Onion piece showed up in my Twitter feed: https://www.theonion.com/happy-monday-everyone-looking-forward-to-another-week-1819769158

If you don’t want to read the satire with the faked byline, the bottom line is this: Trump’s goal is the infection of American daily life with his taint.

There is never a day off from Trump. Not for a weekend, not for a holiday. His goal is to do or say something every day to get attention. That’s his brand.

So Frank Bruni’s piece in the Sunday Times is quite understandable – to a point.

Bruni, perhaps the Times’ most thoughtful opinionist, says Democrats need to make this the overriding theme of the 2020 election Democratic Party: “It’s about getting rid of Trump, because the price of not doing so could be this nation’s very soul.”


I’m sick of him, too. I’m tired of the glee he takes in exacerbating the nation’s divides. He diminishes all of us and erases any claims we have to be an example to rest of the world – even as the rest of the world looks to us for help with its own troubles.

The problem is how.

And that’s where I have to part company with Bruni.

Bruni seems to believe Democrats need to start modifying their message. He lambastes such things as Medicare for All and the Green New Deal, seeing them as pipe dreams and well beyond what Americans want.

He feels that these progressive goals will allow Trump to tie the party to its most outspoken members – particularly, The Squad that includes firebrand Reps. Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez and Ilhan Omar.

And that will allow Trump to win in 2020 – by turning off the more moderate factions of the Democratic Party. He says that an ideologically focused Democratic Party could turn off some of the people who gave Hillary Clinton a plurality of the vote in 2016.

Here’s the thing: It’s still July 2019.

We watched the first debate last month. It told us quite a bit about the candidates – good and bad. Heck, Eric Swalwell is already gone from the field.

You can’t run nobody against somebody. But we also need to feel our way to a nominee that fairly represents the ideals of the people opposed to Trump.

And the best part of this process is that we have another half-year to iron out the ideas to take to the American people.

Take Medicare for All.

Several of the Democratic candidates support the idea. While Bernie Sanders likes to think he invented it, it’s been bandied about for generations. Both presidential Roosevelts – Teddy and FDR – supported a form of it.

I’m for it. I do think there should be some form of health care for everyone in this country. The idea that everyone has it at birth would just make life simpler for all 329,292, 553 of us – as of 3:17:29 p.m. ET.

But the immediate goal is to moderate health care costs. And the idea isn’t to scare people who currently have insurance through their employer by saying we’re going to abolish it for some system no one has put in place.

So the Medicare for All Democrats need to work with the not Medicare for All Democrats to find ways to take the next step. 

And that’s what the next nominee will do, no matter who it is. If it’s Sanders or Elizabeth Warren or Kamala Harris, they’ll hear out the ideas of Joe Biden and Tim Ryan and Pete Buttigieg and come up with changes they can sell to a majority of the American people.

But the idea of having to make those accommodations now is ridiculous. Let’s take time to sound the ideas out and let the American people judge.

That’s one of many examples.

Trump isn’t going to run against the spectrum of Democrats. He’s going to run against one. 

And that one – if he or she is smart – will combine her or his ideas with those of other Democrats to get something to sell to the American people.

The point I’m making is that we can’t worry about how Trump is going to pick at Democrats when we don’t know exactly what we want. We have to run on something.

And Democrats have to be enthusiastic about their nominee. While whoever get the nod is going to be the alternate choice of a majority, the goal is to drive the turnout – especially the party’s loyalest voters: women, African-Americans, young people.

They have to show up like they showed up for Barack Obama.

If that happens, Trump can’t win.

So, let’s let the process play out a while. There are lots of good candidates with lots of good ideas. 

Let’s learn about these people. Let’s decide which candidate we support by what they believe. 

Let’s not pick a candidate because we think he or she has a better chance to beat Trump. 

Because we thought Hillary Clinton was a lock – and we pay the price every day.



It’s Friday, July 12, 2019.

It’s the 230th anniversary of a speech given by French journalist Camille Desmoulins protesting the ouster of King Louis XVI’s finance minister.

Desmoulins, who normally stammered, delivered such an angry, unhesitant bombast that it inspired, two days later, the storming of the Bastille and the start of the French Revolution.

That’s the part of the story I like. 

The part of the story I don’t like is that, less than five years later, the tide turned and Desmoulins’ head ended up in a basket. He was 34 years old.

At once an inspirational and cautionary tale for our times.

“Tepid” best describes the reviews for the movie “Yesterday” which I saw, well, yesterday.

In the film, for those unaware, the world experiences a total momentary blackout after which only one man, a failing British singer, remembers the Beatles. He capitalizes on this, becoming an overnight sensation by “writing” such songs as “Here Comes the Sun” and “I Want to Hold Your Hand.”

Reviewers seem to find this film far-fetched – duh – and the premise resolved clumsily. The Times’ A.O. Scott says it might have been better if it had taken the Beatles and their music more seriously.

I’m saying this: No, this film is not flawless. But I haven’t felt as good coming out of a movie in a very long time. 

It’s sweet. Not many things are now. It’s a reminder of the joy of the Beatles’ music and the wonder they created for the world.

Yes, you need to suspend reality to embrace this film. So what. I felt pretty good for two hours.

So much so that, aside from this post’s title, I’ve avoided referencing Beatles’ lyrics. 

Alex Acosta quit. Finally. He won’t be Labor Secretary after next week. 

If you read the great Miami Herald series by Julie Brown last fall, you’d wonder why the hell it took so long. 

If you haven’t, start here — and good luck stomaching your way to the end.

The series revolved around the so-called prosecution in 2007 of Jeffrey Epstein, a hedge fund manager accused of engaging in sexual acts with dozens of girls in his Palm Beach mansion.

There was enough evidence to put Epstein away for life. 

But perhaps because Epstein had influential buddies or because of his supposed wealth and its ability to buy high-priced lawyers, the federal prosecutor agreed to a deal. That deal included:

— a 13-month state felony sentence that included six days a week of work release in an opulent office.

— immunity for those who assisted Epstein in recruiting the girls.

— the end of an FBI probe into Epstein’s activities.

— not informing the girls about the deal until it was too late for them to complain about it.

That prosecutor was Alex Acosta. 

And, of course, with those credentials, he was the perfect choice for an important job in the administration of Trump, who was friends with Epstein in the 1990s and 2000s.

Given Trump’s penchant for bailing on people who might be perceived negatively by his base – there are still some evangelicals who think it’s wrong to rape a 14-year-old – you would think he would have bailed on Acosta when the stories hit.

But Trump likes people who like him. If he saw a picture of Acosta wearing one of those freakin’ red hats he sells, Acosta was golden as long as the furor didn’t get too hot.

And it didn’t. Until last weekend, when Epstein was arrested at Teterboro Airport in New Jersey on new charges of engaging girls for sex, aka rape. 

The negative publicity didn’t end quickly. So Acosta got ditched.

Is that good? Well, yes, people who protect pedophiles shouldn’t be Labor Secretary – who not only is the executive charged with protecting the interests of workers, but also the 11th person in the line of presidential seuccession.

But then again, two things crop up.

One is that Trump’s tendency has been to find someone even worse to replace someone forced to resign from his cabinet.

Two is that Trump faces accusations of rape himself. Sadly, it’s not as if abusing women is disqualifying for the Oval Office, according to the idiots who support him.

But, for a little while, we can cheer the fact that outrage over crimes against children triumphed. Acosta is off to wherever disgraced Trump officials go to cash in on their Trump association. 

Finally, this idea:

We’ve become immune to the daily, the semi-weekly, the weekly Trump outrages. Sometimes they come at us in multiples. 

Right now, we’re dealing front burner with Acosta/Epstein, yesterday’s backstep on the Census citizenship question and the reports of ICE raids coming this weekend.

That’s the front burner.

And that’s the problem. There’s so much stuff that’s happened over the last 30 months that it’s hard to remember it all. 

So here’s a suggestion: Let’s keep tabs.

Let’s keep a log of the outrages starting from Jan. 20, 2017. List them all. Know what they are and remember the ones we’ve forgotten.

And then, when the Democrats have a nominee, let’s play them back. Every single day from the end of the convention to the election.

Make Trump defend his atrocities. Every day. A different one. Flood the zone the way he has and remind people of why he’s such a disgrace.

The goal is not to get the Trump sycophants to see the light. They won’t. They’ll see all these outrages as triumphs and there’s nothing we can do about it.

The job is to remind the rest of us – the majority of Americans, by the way – of what we’ve experienced. To keep the fire stoked and drive up the turnout.

In “Yesterday,” the hero has to try to remember the words to all the Beatles’ songs. He struggles with some of them, but he eventually succeeds.

We have something negative to remember. But we need to do it. It – and a nominee offering a positive message for the future – is how we end this era of disgrace.