Driving around L.A. the past few weeks, you couldn’t miss all of the billboards for the movie, “Detroit.” Looking at the signs made me reflect on my complicated feelings about growing up in and being from Detroit. And then I went and saw the movie, which brought the nightmare of the ’67 riots, 50 years ago this summer, to life. It’s been 24 years since I left Detroit. I lived there for 20 years of my life. (OK, not quite 20; I was in Ann Arbor for college and law school for six of them. And technically, not even Detroit proper. We lived… Learn More
I was interviewed about the Senate healthcare bill this morning by i24, an English-language channel in Israel. I will post the video as soon as I get the link. For now, I can’t help but think of the Monty Python-ness of the moment. My latest take, “I’m not dead yet,” is here.
On Monday, my friend, Ben Grossman, died. He was 37. Ben taught everyone around him many lessons in the way he lived and in the way he responded to getting sick. I’ve been reflecting the last couple days in particular on what I will remember most. Ben had a calm, patient energy. He had an easy smile. Living across the street, seeing him throughout the week, the memories I will hold onto all share the thread of his kindness. I will remember Ben walking with his kids to synagogue. I will remember Labor Day afternoon hiking with our families in Franklin Canyon,… Learn More