For the first time ever, I left the Hollywood Bowl's annual, spectacular 4th of July concert and fireworks show feeling disappointed. So many in the audience seemed apathetic toward the “Star-Spangled Banner” and other patriotic music. They only got excited and cheered for "Le Freak" and other disco standards.
Moe Berg became a major league ball player and a major league spy. He was a Renaissance man, a combination of brain and brawn, the ultimate Jewish athlete. Yet he notched his most memorable plays not on the baseball diamond but in the high-stakes arena of intelligence gathering, before and during WWII.
The hit film delves into some meaty philosophical issues, including: is my life meaningful if I was made of "junk?"
I had come to Israel mainly for professional opportunities, but I left with so much more. I was nourished with the reassuring bond of a cherished and longstanding friendship, and discovered an unexpected channel for a brand-new and special friendship
Meryl Streep's unburdening of herself at the Golden Globes about her revulsion for the president-elect was off-point and self-indulgent. Artististic creators are free to inject politics in their work and in their public pronouncements, but I wonder if they ever ask themselves if it's worth alienating such a large swath of their audience.
The ouster of trash-talking Communications Director Anthony Scaramucci from the Trump White House underscores the problem that the free-flying and promiscuous use of foul language is only making our uncivil society less civil than ever.