The pavement is hot on the streets of New York in July.
'There's no there like being there.'
In the aftermath of Hurricane Irma, I thought I would share some personal thoughts.
In the past month since the Parkland Massacre, several very vocal students at Marjory Stoneman Douglas High School have risen to national prominence.
Since the outset of his campaign, our newspaper has called upon Americans to 'dump Trump.'
If life teaches us any lessons, it is that too many of the lessons come too late. Actually, that may not be true, but it sounds very brilliant and incisive.
As the year comes to an end, and SFGN does its soft holiday issue, I have to reiterate that the most dangerous person in America is no immigrant.
No, you can’t have marijuana yet. But be patient, that joint you want to bogart is right around the corner.
He just can’t stand the heat.
They were mostly gay kids dancing in a nightclub, and their dreams, their futures, and their lives were snuffed out in an instant.
(Mirror) Although national and international gay pride celebrations and Stonewall memorials are winding down, a spectacular summer is blossoming. LGBT communities are emerging globally and locally, powerfully and with purpose, under a colorful flag of vision and vitality.
"There was a cabaret, and there was a master of ceremonies... and there was a city called Berlin, in a country called Germany... and it was the end of the world."
— Cliff Bradshaw, the young American writer in ‘The Cabaret’
“Any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind, and therefore never send to know for whom the bells tolls; it tolls for thee.”
I am sorry, but this is just not a week for petty things.
There is a picture of me above this column.
The calamity and catastrophe that is President Donald Trump impacts our country everyday. Last week, however, it impacted our community adversely not once, but twice.
If we let the very sick man who runs this country focus a debate today about who takes their knees during the national anthem, we will lose sight about the many Americans who have been brought to their knees in Houston, the Keys, and our territories, by hurricanes; who suffer every day by lame and limp federal relief efforts- and simply the massive natural devastation they encountered.
I went to the World Series last week in Los Angeles, but like I said in last week’s column, the Dodgers did not activate me for the game. You know, it’s tough to make a major league squad when you turn 65.
Last week, South Florida and Miami hosted Major League Baseball’s All Star Game, the annual affair that celebrates the best of the best.
One of my favorite stories is of a rabbinical scholar whose students believe they have him trapped in an intellectual crossfire.