TV stars were people you felt comfortable inviting into your home -- they were family; you didn't have to clean up for them. They could join you for dinner, or right after dinner with the dirty dishes still stacked up.
I love St. Patrick's Day. It's so inclusive. By that I mean that though it's a bona fide religious holiday, you don't need to be particularly pious to enjoy it. Wishing everyone a safe and (reasonably) responsible holiday, I present my own candidates for the top drinking movies of all time.
"I sang a duet with Juanes and we hit it off immediately -- I think he is fantastic. Then on Duets II, Alejandro Sanz sang with me... Both tracks and the CDs were received so well in Latin countries that my son Danny, who manages me, came up with the idea of doing an entire CD with Latin artists."
At age 97, more than eight decades into his remarkable career, Irving Fields is the last of the original generation of cocktail pianists who tickled the ivories in Manhattan's swankiest nightspots in the 1930s and '40s.
When syndicated columnist Kathleen Parker recently compared Barack Obama and Bill Clinton to Frank Sinatra and Dean Martin, I was eager to follow her argument. See, I don't know a lot about our current and former presidents, but I know an awful lot about the Chairman and Dino.
They struggled, sleeping in doorways or cars until a woman named Dolly gave them shelter, but Dolly's generosity had a price tag. Torture was commonplace in her household, and she beat George and his mother.
On my ninth birthday, my parents took me and a group of my friends to see the Jerry Lewis comedy The Disorderly Orderly. It was one of my happiest childhood memories and I've always had a special place in my heart for Jerry Lewis.
There's a lot about the New York trod by the real Mad Men back in 1966 -- the year in which we assume season five will be set -- that would send even die-hard Mad Men retroheads scurrying back to 2012.
I was driving along the coast when I dipped into that sort of "observing" space. Instead of humming along to the songs on the stations, I actually started listening to them -- and what they were trying to tell me.
Liz Gilbert said of Italy, "In a world of disorder and disaster and fraud, only artistic excellence is incorruptible." I have pondered her insight for weeks. I keep asking myself the essential question. Is the US headed the way of Italy?