Earl Pomerantz: Just Thinking...

First Three Days: Temperature in the mid-eighties to low nineties. Not a cloud in the sky. The perfect start to the perfect vacation. Except...

It’s September. The new television season is about to premier. And once again – for, now, the fourth season – I won’t be a part of it. I’m s...

One reason entertainment has ventured so far away from anything resembling identifiable reality is that the purveyors of entertainment feel ...

I take piano lessons. I bring my teacher songs I want to sing, and he devises simple arrangements, so I can play to accompany myself as I s...

Jimmy Durante was my favorite performer. He played piano with vitality and “voive.” He gargled songs with a soulful simplicity. He wrestl...

One day, I pulled into the lot at Fox Studios, to meet with someone who ended up not hiring me for anything. After the attack on the World ...

It’s time for a much-needed vacation. Not for me, I don’t do anything. At least, nothing that’s overly stress inducing. Except for maybe pra...