On Sunday at The San Gabriel Mission Playhouse I saw a silent film that had an organ accompanist. Your probably wondering why I’m writing about it now? Because the humor hasn’t left me. Every time I tell someone about it the words don’t come out because I’m full of snorts, cackles and tears. So I’ll…
I thought I would take this time to go through my year here on Do Write/ Fulfillment, Fun & Foibles and put up my favorite posts as a review of 2013,
There was a girl on our street who was an Amazon. Huge, powerful, strong, and I wrote down in my journal, meaning it as a compliment, she could have been the leader of the Green Berets. She didn’t take that well. I, oblivious, walked into the circle of girls one afternoon and she started spatting out words from my journal. Then she was coming at me,
Recently, being in a somewhat gloomy disposition, or perhaps because were in tax season, or in spring— a time in which my allergies go bezerk, or just because I’m battle-scarred, I was convinced that something disastrous was going to happen. In a Woody Allen sort of neurotic way, I anticipated a litany of things,
At one point, my face was turned and unbeknownst to me one of the artists had his face so close to mine, that when I turned back I let out a scream—startled… in studio and on the air! The general manager then dubbed me, the Screamer.
He was born Joseph Levitch but the world knows him as actor and comedian Jerry Lewis. He was one of my childhood favorites and I laughed hysterically at his mania.