One of the uncountable things I learned in the news biz is that it’s easy to either lose your sense of humor or develop one that’s not very funny. Especially as a boss, it’s difficult to compromise your need to be deadly serious with your natural human impulse to laugh out loud- either at the immutable absurdity of the human condition you’ve sworn to document or just as relief from being deadly serious.
Since I retired from TV six years ago, I feel like my real sense of humor has not only returned but is punishing me for 31 years of neglect and abuse. Besides bad movies, large pets and traffic seeming funny to me, I now also find myself inexplicably chuckling at food, wallpaper with nature scenes, and CD covers featuring musicians looking like they’re having anything but fun getting paid obscenely for playing loud guitars badly.
But unlike people who think you’re just not supposed to laugh at some things i.e. 9/11 documentaries, Bears highlights, I now believe laughter is something you simply can’t or should not restrict. With many still recovering from eight horrible years of political mismanagement (which now seem strangely funny) and trying to keep our heads above water economically (which also makes me laugh because I know NOTHING about economics), I believe the end of what experts are calling the Worst Decade Ever should be filled not with tears, teeth-gnashing and hand-wringing but with hee-haws, guffaws and snorts.
I’m reminded of the final scene of Ingmar Bergman’s classic film “Seventh Seal” with Satan leading the main characters laughing and dancing up a hill to their deaths (fade to black- literally). I’m also reminded of the existential axiom, invoked by Cake in “Sheep Go to Heaven” (Goats Go to Hell): “Once you are born you start dying, so you might as well have a good time.” Life is what you make it. Laughter makes it joyful.
You may not ever have a lot of money and you could easily lose everything you’ve got.
But you can’t lose your sense of humor. You give it away. Ha-ha-happy New Year!




I was absolutely blown away by the quality of Anderson Valley’s Boont Amber Ale of Boonville, California after my wife bought a 6-pack the other day. Then I looked at the bottle cap: “Solar-Powered Brewery.” It doesn’t get any better or more sustainable than that. Unless you’re straining hops and water through a sock.












