CHAOS, OLD AGE, TRUMP AND OTHER FRIPPERIES

ELEGANT WRITING: Even in his last years when his head had sunk down in the valley between his shoulders, Lewis was never out of show business.” (Robert Lloyd, Los Angeles Times about Jerry Lewis)

WHERE CHAOS LIVES: No matter how organized, how anal retentive you are, there’s bound to be one place in your home where chaos is allowed to live. It could be your garage, which when open, your neighbors can see how disorganized you are.

It’s sometimes an attic where you stash the broken toaster-oven you will fix some day.

It might be a closet with your winter clothes, various holiday do-dads and those old VHS tapes you no longer watch.

Or, it could be as simple as a kitchen drawer where you park the chop sticks, a cheese grater, an ice cream scoop and the other lonely kitchen appliances.

The nub is this: it is not only okay to harbor chaos, it is necessary. Having a place where disorder has its own space follows a wise belief that imperfection is an alloy of freedom.

TRUMP IS OFF-KEY IN SO MANY WAYS: Have you noticed the TV savvy president reads teleprompter like a 5th grader? Oddly, he also seems to read and rely primarily on his right-side prompter, as if turning left is a political statement or about a personal health issue. And when he does goes off prompter and improvises, it sounds like verbal silly putty.

WHAT’S IN A NAME?: When we say “crossed the Rubicon,” it means we overcame a momentous obstacle and reached a point of no-return. Only, it turns out the actual Rubicon River is just a puny little Italian stream that’s very easy to get across and back. It’s all about image, isn’t it?

ROBO CALLING: There’s a new wrinkle in those annoying robocalls we all get. You know it right away when you hear the two-to-three second delay before the caller actually speaks. Veteran robocall receivers hang up immediately. However, you may have noticed a sneaky new tactic with these calls. After the inevitable pause, the pre-recorded voice says, “I’m sorry, I’m having a little trouble with my headset…” You will fall for this trick — once.

SOMEWHERE THERE MUST BE A JAPANESE STRIPPER WHO CALLS HERSELF: Sue She

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