Air Meal

Los Angeles International Airport has been undergoing some major renovations in terms of where to dine. Things seem to have settled down now and if you're flying into or outta the place, you may want to consult this list of what's now edible in each terminal. No more Pizza Hut, McDonald's, Burger King or Sbarro.

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I'm not a Christian but I used to have a very strong respect for what they stood for. These days, given the support of many self-identified Christians for Trump and certain policies, I'm increasingly baffled as to what a lot of them stand for. It doesn't connect up with a lot of what I once thought were Christian values. William Saletan runs down some polling responses which have me further baffled along these lines.

The Other Broadway

The fellow above in David Letterman's guest chair is Steve Young, who for a long time — right up until the end of The Late Show with David Letterman — was one of Dave's best writers. One of Steve's lesser duties for a time was to assemble a recurring segment called "Dave's Record Collection" in which the host would play snippets of very bizarre record albums.

Steve diligently searched for odd albums. He even phoned me once but all the really strange ones in my collection were already in his. But he found lots of great material elsewhere and much of it was in the category of Industrial Musicals. What the heck is an industrial musical? Here's an explanation purloined from a website set up to promote Everything's Coming Up Profits, a book Steve co-authored on the subject…

Once upon a time, when American industry ruled the earth, business and Broadway had a baby. This mutant offspring, glimpsed only at conventions and sales meetings, was the industrial musical. Think Broadway show, except the audience is managers and salesmen, and the songs are about how great it is to be working at the company.

Through the rare souvenir record albums presented in Everything's Coming Up Profits, an alternate show-biz universe emerges: a universe in which musical theater can be about selling silicone products, or typewriters, or insurance, or bathtubs. Some of these improbable shows were hilariously lame. Some were pretty good. And some were flat-out fantastic.

The secret to the best industrial musicals seems to be that sometimes, the company would say "Spare no expense" and they'd splurge for (and pay well) directors, performers, writers, composers, designers, choreographers, etc. Some really good people worked on them — folks like John Kander and Fred Ebb or Sheldon Harnick, who went on to write huge Broadway hits — and sometimes, it would be people who didn't do much if any work on mainstream Broadway, in part because they were busy writing musicals about tractors or drill presses.

Last night, my friend Tracy Abbott insisted I go with her, her husband Charlie and her son Jack to the Writers Guild screening of Bathtubs Over Broadway, a new documentary about industrial musicals and about Steve Young's obsession with them. Tracy has known Steve since she too was a writer for Letterman. (Quick Aside: There have been a number of articles complaining about how few female writers Dave employed. Every single one I've seen has omitted any mention of Tracy, which is a strange error to make when you're complaining about female writers being disrespected. Tracy later wrote for Jay Leno, thereby becoming the first female writer to work for any incarnation of The Tonight Show. And she doesn't get mentioned in articles complaining about how few there were on that show, either.)

Anyway, we had a great time. The film was directed and co-written by Dava Whisenant and co-written by Ozzy Inguanzo, who sat for a Q-and-A afterwards. They explained how they didn't set out to make the film as much about Steve but that was the direction in which things just naturally went. It's about Steve in the final days of his long career with David Letterman and about Steve's quest to track down recordings of industrial musicals and also folks who worked on them. (Letterman, by the way, appears briefly and unbearded in the film, and is credited as an Executive Producer.)

Steve locates and becomes friends with Sol Siegel and Hank Beebe, who were kind of like the Jerome Robbins and Irving Berlin of industrial musicals. But imagine if you will, spending months writing a musical but instead of doing it for (you hope) a long, long run on Broadway, touring companies and maybe a movie deal, you're doing it for one or two performances in a hotel ballroom somewhere. There is no visible chance of it ever being more than that.

Most Broadway composers have nightmares about the reviewers panning their work and then the show closes in one night as a humiliating flop. Industrial musicals don't get reviewed and most are supposed to close in one night. It's quite a different world, though with just enough similarities to the mainstream one…and of course, a lot of the stuff is hilarious because of its subject matter and commercial messages. You can hear some songs from industrial musicals on this page. I'd recommend "My Bathroom," which is heard throughout Bathtubs Over Broadway.

Better still, I'd recommend going to see Bathtubs Over Broadway, which is opening in selected theaters (that means "not very many") next week. You'll be intrigued about the world it introduces you to. You'll find Steve Young charming and funny. And you'll love meeting some of the people who worked on these lost musicals and hearing and seeing selections from them. Thank you, Tracy, for taking me to see this movie. It's an awful lot of fun.

Ricky Jay, R.I.P.

On July 4, 2004 on this blog, I asked in a post if anyone out there had a spare copy of Ricky Jay and His 52 Assistants. That was a made-for-cable special starring one of the great magicians who was also a great scholar of magic. About fifteen minutes after I posted it, I got a message that said, "Yeah, I have one. Send me your address and I'll mail you a copy." It was from Ricky Jay.

We exchanged a few e-mails and he was nice enough to not only send me the copy but at my request, to autograph it too. I was a big fan of his magic, which was not only superb but very, very smart. So was he, as I learned not only from his appearances on TV but in the few times I ran into him somewhere and we spoke for a while. The last time I saw him was about a year ago at a performance of The Black Version, an improv show that I plug here often. He didn't look well…and now they say he has died "of natural causes" at the age of 72.

He was a very talented guy and he did a lot to advance the art of card magic (and throwing) as well as the history of swindles, cheats and other skillful card handlers. We will not see his like again…but we'll see (we already see) an awful lot of card manipulators who learned from Ricky Jay.

One Hundred Years Ago Today

One hundred years ago, the first installment of the Gasoline Alley newspaper strip appeared in newspapers. It isn't in a lot of papers today but it is still running.

The strip was created by Frank King, who wrote and drew it — with the increasing help of assistants — until 1959. One of those assistants, Bill Perry, took over full responsibility for the Sunday page in 1951 and another assistant, Dick Moores, officially took over the daily strips in 1959, though he'd been doing most of the work on them a few years before that. In 1975, Perry retired and Moores took over the Sunday pages along with the dailies. When Moores died in 1986, his assistant Jim Scancarelli took over the strip and is still drawing it today. So the amazing feat or creating a comic strip every day for a century has been done essentially by four men.

And you know…it's been a pretty good strip. It's not loud or controversial or shiny and there's been very little merchandising of it over its hundred years. It's a quiet, gentle story about a couple of generations of a family that has the same problems and challenges as most families. Now and then, the characters in it aged and then they'd become frozen in time. I think the lead character, Walt Wallet, must be pushing 115 by now.

I don't follow it regularly but every now and then, I'll click over to this page on Go Comics and read me a month or two. It always feels very comfortable…like an old neighborhood landmark that you're glad is still there. The page has a link which says that if you click on it, you can Read Gasoline Alley from the Beginning but alas, it's a lie. It only takes you back to April of 2001. Someday when I have nothing better to do and if it's available, I'd like to try reading it from the actual beginning. Maybe when I'm pushing 115…

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Cookie Monster Week continues as C.M. and Gonger show you how to make an apple pie for Thanksgiving. You drive out to where they grow the apples, watch a video on your iPad, then drive home with apples and make an apple pie! Easy!

11/22/63

Here's a post that I put up here every five years or so…

Today's the day when, I guess, we're all supposed to answer the musical question, "Where were you when you heard JFK had been shot?" I was in Mr. Totman's third period math class at Ralph Waldo Emerson Junior High in West Los Angeles. The principal, Mr. Campbell, came on the public address system and told us in very cautious, non-alarmist terms what was being reported on the news. For the rest of the day, there was no other topic and no grasping of the situation.

Mr. Totman was the kind of math teacher who was always looking for reasons to talk about things other than math. His mind wasn't on Algebra and he could tell ours weren't, either so we all sat around, pointlessly speculating on what it all meant. Fourth period for me was English and we also just sat around, pointlessly speculating on what it all meant. I recall that our English teacher, Mr. Cline, didn't have any more idea than we did. Then after fourth period was Lunch and again, a lot of sitting around, wondering what had happened and what would happen.

At the time, there was a rule at Emerson that students could not bring radios to school, and the officials had been enforcing the rule with great vigor, seizing radios and punishing their possessors. You would have had an easier time carrying heroin at my junior high school. But suddenly at lunchtime, several students were openly playing news broadcasts on their little transistors and not only was no one confiscating but teachers were among the many crowding around to listen. I went to Mr. Campbell's office and suggested they pipe the radio news coverage over the P.A. system and this was done.

There was a very real fear that the shooting of Kennedy was Step One in a dastardly plot that would lead to more assassinations, invasions, nuclear bombings, whatever. Imaginations ran rampant and even after it became apparent that other catastrophes were not on tap, imaginations continued to rampage about whodunnit. They still do.

For a time in the late sixties and early seventies, I joined the throng that believed in a conspiracy. I even attended a conference of "buffs" (as they sometimes call themselves) and found about 90% of them to have some sort of obsessive, emotional need to defend wacko theories to the death, even sometimes multiple wacko theories that contradicted each other. But around 10% made good, rational arguments against the Warren Commission and I have since seen those arguments grow ever less compelling.

I eventually came around to the opinion that the "lone nut" explanation made the most sense. Yes, there are anomalies and oddments but in this country, we decide murder trials by the standard of "beyond a reasonable doubt." We do not demand that every evidentiary point be nailed down because we acknowledge that almost every case does have anomalies and oddments; that if the defense digs hard enough, they can always find something that can be framed as a counter-argument. Reluctantly, for I love to see government lying and cover-ups exposed, I had to conclude that Oswald acted alone, that the single-bullet theory that I had once denounced as science-fiction was probably so, and that Jack Ruby was just a deranged night club owner.

I also concluded that it was pointless to try and convince anyone else of this; that those who had an opinion had already had it bronzed and placed on the mantel. Too many had too much invested in not believing "the official version," and as I have a certain admiration for skepticism, I don't know that this is a bad thing. So I am absolutely not attempting to get you to see it my way; just reporting that I moved from one viewpoint to another. Most people, I am well aware, do not believe it…but they also do not believe in any other particular theory. They believe "they" killed Kennedy without really identifying who "they" are. I'm afraid that is how it will forever be in the history books.

Lastly, I came to the conclusion that the death of John F. Kennedy did not mean the end of Camelot. The more I read about Kennedy, the less I think of him, except perhaps as a symbolic figure. If his assassination plunged America into a downward spiral, that was largely because we allowed it to…a mistake we sometimes seem to be making, though not as badly, regarding 9/11. I think the country is strong enough to survive the murder of one man or 3,000 men and women. Still, we sometimes forget that, and it is that forgetfulness that does the real damage.

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I've decided to make this Cookie Monster Week here on newsfromme.com

Wednesday Evening

Sorry I haven't posted all day. I kept meaning to but the phone would ring or something else would happen. And when I don't post here, it doesn't mean that I've totally forgotten you, dear blogosphere audience. Sometimes, I'm working on a long post that won't appear for a few days.

Today when the phone rang, it was often a unsolicited solicitor trying to sell me on home repairs, solar energy or, in one case, a reverse mortgage. That's a new one, the reverse mortgage. Even if I needed money, I think I'd try everything else — including selling my blood, selling my body and holding up Burlington Coat Factories — before I took out a reverse mortgage. In fact, I think all three of those are more honest professions than selling reverse mortgages.

Trump continues to be Trump, as he always will be. Every day, he says or does something which his die-hardest supporters would consider a disqualifying outrage if it had been said or done by Barack Obama…or worse, President Hillary. It's going to be fun watching those people shrieking any time the next Democratic President — there will be one, sooner or later — does something that's a milder version of something they cheered when done by Donald. Just wait'll they accuse him or her of being divisive or unpresidential.

I believe many of my friends in the comic book community are still overreacting to Bill Maher. Folks, it's Bill Maher. And I wish they wouldn't try the old "Who's Bill Maher? What has he ever done?" rebuttal. Jerk though he may be at times, Maher is one of the most successful TV personalities of the last few decades. Between his current series, which has been on HBO for sixteen seasons and his previous program, he's had his own TV show now for more than twenty-four years and 80+ Emmy nominations.

And you wouldn't be that upset if you really thought he was a nobody that no one listens to. It's like Trump's silly comebacks where everyone who criticizes him is a "failing" newspaper or if they're on TV, their ratings are terrible. You should never listen to someone whose business is declining….or so says the man who gave us Trump Steaks, Trump Vodka, Trump Airlines, Trump University…

This Just In…

I just got a news alert on my iPhone saying, "Woolsey Fire 100% contained, reports LA County Fire." That's the biggest fire to ever wreak destruction on California. It's about the size of Denver, Colorado.

And they got it all contained…just before it started to rain. Sigh.

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A lesson in how to eat a cookie from the world's foremost expert on the subject…

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I don't particularly have an opinion on whether Nancy Pelosi should be the new Speaker of the House…and I don't need one since it's highly unlikely I'll get to vote on this.

But I do agree with Matt Yglesias that the Democrats need a public face…a person who can go on talk shows and Face the Nation and other places and argue their policies. And I further agree that Ms. Pelosi would not be the best person for that job. It's too bad Matt Yglesias is not a Democratic Congressman.

Silver Threads

I lost a bit of my loyalty to Nate Silver after the 2016 election. Yeah, most of the pollsters and poll analysts (Silver is the latter) called it wrong but I somehow expected better of him. But he redeemed himself with this past mid-term election and also with commentaries like this tweet…

And speaking of f'ed up: The Rasmussen Poll is often said to favor Republicans and that's the main one that keeps insisting that Donald Trump's disapproval rating is within a point or two of his approval rating. In the recent election, they projected that the popular vote for the House of Representatives would be one point in favor of the G.O.P. Looks like the correct answer will turn out to be eight points for the Democrats.

Here is Silver's take on whether the election can be called a Blue Wave. He says yes.

Getting back to the heinous crime of using a private e-mail server: Trump supporters won't care about this. They didn't care when it was revealed a few months ago. It's like what David A. Graham said in this article: When your guy does it, it's different from when the other guy does it.

In the Spirit of Thanksgiving…

That's my pal Christy Marx, who is best known for the Jem cartoon series, though goodness knows she's written lots of other TV shows, comic books, videogames and other things. She and her husband Randy could use some financial assistance.

They live just outside Paradise, California — or rather, they lived (past-tense) there. Paradise is that community in Northern CA that was almost completely obliterated by fire recently. They got out with their lives and not much else and though there'll be insurance money and maybe some government aid, you just know it ain't gonna be nearly enough or soon enough. That's why some friends of my friends have set up a GoFundMe campaign to try to get some bucks soon to these great people.

You've been watching the news. I don't have to tell you how horrifying it's been up there. If you're in a "Thank Goodness it didn't happen to me" state of mind, you probably want to help out some people it did happen to. You can read more and give whatever you can afford on this page.

I don't plug a lot of these things but this one is certainly worth your attention and your donation.