25 May

Oh, Oh. Leroy Is For Sale, Looking For A Home

by Jon Katz
Meet Leroy

I told my vet that I was thinking of getting a small dog, change of pace for me, a learning opportunity, and yes, something to love, write about and photograph. I believe that when you open up to the idea of a dog, one either appears or one does not. This morning, my vet called me up and said a local breeder was there with her new litter of Boston Terrier puppies. All had been sold but one, and his temporary name was Leroy.

Maria was out getting a message, I was home alone, I went rocketing down to the vet and met the breeder, who was very nice. Leroy is the only dog left in the litter, Dr. Fariello says the dogs are healthy and the line is strong, the dogs have  wonderful temperament. I am thinking therapy dog all of the way.

I am not, of course, sure about betting another dog right now. We have lots going on in our lives, but I have paid the mortgage writing about dogs for some time now, and getting a dog is a momentous personal and creative affirmation for me. I just want to be patient, careful and thoughtful about it.

Leroy is a little over two weeks old, he won’t be available to leave the litter until July.

Maria hasn’t seen Leroy yet, and my daughter Emma and Robin are arriving today, perhaps we will all go and see him together tonight or tomorrow.  I am drawn to the idea of the Boston Terrier, they have great warmth, energy and spirit, not unlike Fate. They are house dogs, but they need lots of activity and stimulation, and so do I, and with two border collies in the house, that will not be a problem.

I have to think about this. I’ve been researching the breed for some months, and I think I know what is expected of me, what they require. They can make wonderful therapy dogs, they love children and people and animals. That sounds right for us. But Maria has to go along with it (please! Maria turning down a puppy?)

I love training dogs, socializing them, learning from them. But my life is pretty full right now. I’ll share my thought process for sure. This is turning out to be a wilder weekend than I imagined – Robin coming, the refugee kids arriving Saturday, now Leroy hovering overhead.

Being alive is the meaning.

I liked the breeder, she seems to know her stuff, but I am also experienced enough to know not to make any such decision while meeting a cute puppy. Leroy is only a few weeks old, but I have to decide in the next few days whether or not to put a deposit down on him.

I will, of course, share the experience. I can’t wait to show Maria this photo when she gets home. I think if she were with me, it would already be a done deal.

13 September

One Man’s Truth: Trump And Our Reality TV President

by Jon Katz

The best way to beat a Reality TV Show is to put on a better Reality TV Show.

New York Governor Andrew Cuomo saw this opportunity months ago; he put Trump’s stiff and rambling virus briefs to shame with his own version of reality TV.

He had done his homework.

His show was complete with a loving brother, his dog, his daughters and their boyfriends, folksy homilies about Dad(Mario), Mom (Matilda), hero health care workers, dying bus drivers, heroic doctors and nurses, and the trials of public service.

Oh yes, and also the truth about the virus and how dangerous it was. People sensed that Cuomo was telling the truth about the virus and that President Trump wasn’t.

If Cuomo had that show running now and brought it to a presidential campaign, he’d win in a landslide. The tears that ran down his face on live TV when his Brother Chris caught the virus were priceless.

Now, there’s only one hot reality TV show obsessing people, it’s called the 2020 Presidential Election.

Trump’s great strength – an understanding of media and culture –  is a pronounced weakness of most politicians, except for Kamala Harris.

She is the first candidate in a presidential election to bounce off an airplane in Converse sneakers(Chuck Taylor), which went viral and then talk about working out in the gym to the music of Mary Blige.

Trump was flummoxed, he didn’t even know how to ridicule her. You have to keep moving to keep up with culture. He’s getting up there.

Trump is the first President or Presidential candidate to grasp that popular culture is now one of the most powerful forces in American life and has increasingly fused with reality.

More and more, they are the same thing.

On reality tv, there are no penalties for cruelty, lying, callousness, or greed; in fact, all three often bring great rewards to the contestants who practice them.

Trump has been a contestant, not a leader, from his first day in office. He pays much more attention to ratings than to pandemics.

He spends every waking hour scheming and plotting to stay on the island.

In that sense, Biden is a fossil. But Trump keeps getting himself into trouble; he has no boundaries, and thus,  takes no responsibility and denies any consequences.

He has gone too far, elevating Biden’s old fuddiness into a great virtue. Against a “normal” politician, Biden would look out of touch and worn out. Against Trump, he seems heroic and decent.

Though his erratic and divisive behavior, Trump has sparked a comeback for dignity, civility, and compassion as virtues all by himself.

Joe Biden is a straight and normal politician, not a TV personality. Trump is firing up his reality TV persona and taking us over the moon with it. So far, it is failing him.

To win, Joe Biden will have to do it the old fashioned way. So far, that is working. Since Donald Trump listens to no one and is convinced he is a genius, he is on a straight path to fly into the mountain.

You cannot understand the pull and power of Donald Trump  or this election without considering reality television, from which he sprang like another Kardashian.

Reality TV performers have all kinds of options conventional politicians don’t have. That’s the tension, if there is any, in this race. If Trump weren’t quite so crazy and so foolish, he could just possibly have run away with it. He did for nearly four years.

The first thing I was taught as a TV news producer came from my friend Eric, who worked as a news director at local TV news for a CBS affiliate.

“There’s a reason why local TV shows always begin with a murder, a fire, or a building collapse,” he said.

“That is because people are drawn to fear, tragedy, and violence, not empathy, charity, and normalcy. Never forget that, and you will do well.” We are not here to inform, he said, but to shock and entertain. Fear is the biggest ratings builder and profit-maker of all.

In fact, most TV news has become a form of high-concept reality TV, just like our presidential campaign is, a provocative and tawdry drama that tens of millions of people love and claim to hate but are addicted to.

I did not forget what Eric said, but I didn’t want to do it, so I didn’t do well and went off to write books. Every time I watch Donald Trump at one of his press conferences or campaign rallies, I remember Eric’s lesson.

Kim Kardashian’s many cultish followers get it, and they love it.

Reality TV is yet another thing that separates the elites from the masses but is one of the keys to grasping Donald Trump’s presidency and his re-election campaign.

Asked by a television interviewer what his plans were for his second term, he looked at the ground and said, “oh, we’re going to do more good stuff, beautiful things.”

The interviewer nodded, as if this was a coherent sentence.

Reality television is widely considered mindless entertainment – no Emmy’s – but it gives many millions of Americans a release from their worrisome and ordinary lives.

Reality shows are popular because people like to watch other ordinary people who are successful.

And you can’t get more successful than a reality TV star who becomes President of the United States. Another big poke in the eye for the snobs that have looked down on his fans and followers for decades.

That is the song that Donald Trump sings so loudly and often: Look at me, I am one of you. I am Elmer Fudd; I have a mansion and a yacht.

I often see the horror and shock or people who never watch reality shows and have absolutely no idea what the hell is going on at the highest levels of our country when someone like Trump gets to run it.

All over the country, people are asking, “how did this happen?” I think I might be able to help a little.

Donald Trump sees the Presidency as a reality TV show in every sense of the term.

If you have ever watched a reality TV show,  you may recognize President Trump’s character and the nature and excitement of howling, cheering, and even bloodthirsty mobs.

Reality TV villains say awful things and are easy to hate, but they are also easy to love because the audience knows they aren’t really villains, and they ought not to be taken literally. They are acting, even if they are not actors.

They just want to win and get some money.

They reflect us as we are deep down, not as we have to be in life.

They say all kinds of crazy things, but they don’t really mean them; it’s just something they have to do to get on the show.

Reality TV is essentially a television program where real people are continuously filmed, largely unscripted, and designed to be provocative and entertaining rather than informative or serious.

How does one stand out in a reality tv show? By being outrageous, lying, or cheating, or punching your wife’s new boyfriend on the nose.

We saw a good and very recent example of how Donald  Trump works Saturday:

At his maskless campaign rally in Nevada, Trump warned that it was time for him to be no more Mr. Nice Guy, that he was prepared to be “really vicious” in the final weeks of the presidential campaign.

Stay tuned for the next few episodes. If you think this is bad, come back next Tuesday!

In a rage over a new Biden ad about his disparaging of U.S. Military personnel, Trump came to the rally with a stream of ugly insults all ready to go. “Pathetic Joe. He’s a pathetic human being to allow that to happen.”

But you know the good part, asked Trump as the crowd roared? “Once I saw that ad, I don’t have to be nice anymore.”

That’s the good part, I wondered?

It was classic Trump doublespeak.

I must have missed the nice guy phase of the campaign or his first term; I remember that Trump called Biden stupid, senile, and said he was under medication for dementia.

I guess the next level is throwing tomatoes at him during the debates. I laughed at this idea of Trump abandoning niceness.

Trump was never nice before, and he isn’t going to be nice now. But he just turned his nastiness into a virtue, not a liability, a license, and defense.

In the new narrative, Biden caused him to be vicious; he had nothing to do with it.

It’s a neat hat trick, and he does it instinctively.

His embrace of culture and it’s very different rules and traditions,  and media, with its ravenous appetite for conflict,  sets him apart from almost every other politician and leaves most of them in the dust, sputtering in rage and bewilderment.

If you get to see the tape of that Nevada speech, you might notice, as I did, that the crowds were alternately cheering and laughing at Trump’s remarks.

They weren’t laughing at him, they were laughing with him, as an audience might at a reality TV show taping studio, delighted to see the guests wrestling on the floor.

The whole thing was funny, like Emmett Kelly at the circus. They came to hear fighting words, and they got what they came for, Air Force One his grand backdrop.

They were entertained more than informed, as they expected.

They could care less if Trump is going to be nice to Biden or not, or if he ever was. He is giving them a good and entertaining show. He is saying “nuts” to the system.

So many journalists missed Trump’s rise in 2016 because few of them ever watch reality TV shows, they couldn’t connect the dots.

Can you imagine those stuff pots on CNN or Fox News or Hilary Clinton watching Love Island U.K?  Trump reportedly watches it all the time and knows every episode by heart.

To his fans, it’s not mean when Trump talks about being vicious. It’s like streaming Fort Apache!

It’s exciting; it’s about time he told them off, they think, excited. It’s just like watching W.C. Field kick Baby Leroy in the butt. I laughed almost until I choked. Good for him, I thought, the obnoxious little brat deserved it.

It’s striking how many reality TV shows are really about revenge.

Trump’s fans get a show every day on numerous channels, all for free. Don’t forget to see us on Twitter.

In Nevada, Trump was once again shocking, outrageous, emotional, threatening, the hallmarks of a wildly successful television programming genre that documents supposedly real-life situations that are actually carefully programmed.

Reality television often stars individual people with distinct personalities who are not professional actors. Trump was and is a natural.

And he gave his fans a good show, a chance to boo the reporters, promise to lock his opponents up, accuse Obama of crimes against the state, forego maks, and give the thumb to those pissy scientists who are always telling them how to live their lives and offering bad news.

If you live a dull and ordinary life,  Trump will crank you up and make you feel like a movie star.

Like actors in Greek Drama, reality shows aim to show how ordinary people behave in everyday life or in dramatic situations created by program makers intended to represent everyday life.

A simpler way to put it is that reality shows are fantasized and created versions meant to connect with ordinary people who would never be on television, but who can see themselves in it.

These ordinary people find wealth, success, even love.

The winners are often devious, dishonest, and ruthless. That’s how they win. they become stars and celebrities in their own right.

Their audiences are overwhelmingly white, blue-collar, and working class.

You will find very few elite members in those shows, or the audience, or watching at home. Television revenue is about total numbers, not sophistication or education.

There are definitely cultish elements to many of these broadcasts – the Bachelor, the Kardasians, Trump himself. But most are about emotion and the struggle of the little guy or woman to breakthrough.

In a sense, Donald Trump is every man or woman who wanted to tell his teacher to piss off or his or her boss to fuck off or corrupt congresspeople to climb up a tree.

He is every man or woman who is sick of taxes, lost his job, whose downtown is shuttered, his father has been unemployed for 30 years because his factory closed up and went to Mexico.

When he first took office, Trump tried to play the Washington game by hiring veteran bureaucrats and respected Washington or business figures like Rex Tillerson or John Kelly or James Mattis.

He dropped that posture and returned to his roots – there is only one big star on most successful reality shows, and they do what they want and say what they want, and thrive by being themselves.

There is nothing freer or more liberating than a one-man show.

That is the dream of the ordinary man – no limits or restraints.

Reality shows often feature contrived contests and competitions: The Real World, Survivor, The Bachelor, Ru Paul’s Drag Race, Keeping Up With The Kardashians, American Idol, The Great British Baking Show, An American Family, What Would You Do?

Donald Trump’s Apprentice was never as popular as any of those shows listed above. Still, it was popular enough to launch his campaign for the presidency, which was initially supported by hundreds of thousands of star-struck fans.

That’s a lot more than most U.S. Senators have.

Politics is often about recognition as anything else; it’s very hard to get people to pay attention to you in America. And it’s very expensive.

Another revealing example of how the Reality Presidency works is Trump’s stunning interview with Bob Woodward, in which he revealed he was lying about the virus all the time, he knew as early as February that it was ten times more dangerous than the flu, he was also revealing something more.

This was an incredibly stupid thing to do to the pundits and pols, knowing Woodward’s past penchant for skewering Presidents.

To his fans, it was just another bold move that didn’t quite pan out. And who cares what Bob Woodward says. Trump, his followers always say he says the wrong things but does the right things.

As Woodward often does, he was just playing Trump,  who played the tell-it-like-it-is, fear nothing, obnoxious, defiant, ball-busting star of the White House, the in your face President, happily tormenting the swells and windbags every chance he got.

What does he care about what people say about him? Political correctness is for pussies.

It wasn’t the President of the United States who was lying or shirking his responsibility to the people; it was just Donald Trump, the star of all TV, the master of the media, doing his thing, what he always does. So move on and chill, don’t forget your tickets to the next show.

No masks necessary and hug everybody if you wish.

And how amazing, a reality tv start getting interviewed by Bob Woodward.

If Bob Woodward, who everybody sees coming, could take him down like that, it does give me pause to imagine what Trump must be like when negotiating with someone like Alexandr Putin or Kim Il-Sung.

Nothing to get upset about, any more than people got upset at Simon Cowell for brutally critiquing those dreadful young singers on American Idol and shaming them off the show. It’s just what he does.

As Trump told a puzzled Sean Hannity with a shrug, sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn’t. It’s all part of the show. That is a new way for many Americans to think about the Presidency.

For his fans, it’s just another chapter in the endless drama.

It was just a TV show, a performance. Anything goes. Ask Jerry Springer, who could get himself into the United States Senate in a flash if he wasn’t so rich. Already.

In this arena, Biden is outclassed and out of his league. He is about as sordid and provocative as a doormat.

The problem for Trump is that the Presidency isn’t a 12-times a year show, and performing is not the same as governing. When people get into deep trouble, they expect their President to do something about it, and not on the tube but in real life.

When you are President, it really does still matter what you do, not just what you say or what Fox News says.

People can’t just flick off their TV and go to bed and move on. Pandemics and race riots are very real and very disturbing, and very urgent. Trump does not seem to know that. People die, go broke, lose homes.

The other problem is that there simply are not enough reality TV watchers or Trump supporters to win an election by themselves. Trump doesn’t seem to know this either.

And there’s another problem. Americans are getting sick of reality TV, just as many people are getting sick of Trump:

A new Morning Consult/The Hollywood Reporter survey shows that while U.S. adults continue to watch reality programming, their feelings on the genre are souring, with women, in particular, having unfavorable views of certain shows explicitly marketed to them.

A 48 percent plurality of the poll’s 2,200 respondents said they have an unfavorable view of reality television, the most among all the survey genres.

Who watches reality TV?

According to Nielsen, nearly 39 percent of Americans watch some form of TV, from watching celebrities eat bugs in the jungle or watching socialities sip wine in Chelsea in Manhattan.

Don’t forget the Millenials dancing and partying in Magaluf.

That is not enough people to win an election.

It’s almost as if he sees his followers as a reality TV audience; he is addicted to their cheers and unwavering support. They feed him adoration – his fuel – just as he feeds them the attention, appreciation, and promises them the support that they have never received in their lives.

Trump had months to define Biden as brain dead and just another liberal politician.

He didn’t do it because he is so busy stirring controversies and throwing fishes into his seal’s pool. There must be drama and controversy and betrayal and chaos in every show on a reality TV show.

Trump clearly carried that instinct over to the White House. But again, he has overplayed his hand. There are real consequences for people when a President screws up; there are none when a reality tv does.

His dumping openly on soldiers who go to war and his admission of lying and his refusal to woo almost any people outside of his fans is hurting him, even if the only way is distraction and chaos.

He spends precious days defending himself.

And he just keeps getting worse, not better. Reality tv stars don’t need discipline or focus. Presidents seem to.

At this point, the script calls for me to say “be very afraid,” there’s a lot of time left, he could still win. It is nice to cover your ass in that way; I suppose real pundits’ job could depend on it.

I can say with pride that I don’t generally write to cover my ass; it seems cowardly to me.

Of course, he could still win. Anything can happen. Trump is running one of the worst political campaigns in the modern history of the Republic (I haven’t read about them all.)

Here’s my truth – nobody else’s. Donald Trump is simply not capable of doing what he urgently needs to do to win this election. He is proving that every day. Something in him is broken, he is dysfunctional politically.

He became addicted to himself and his own loud voice. He did not even bother to try to win over the few people left in America with no strong feelings about him.

As I said more than once, he dug a hundred holes in the ground and stepped into every one of them. As a reality TV show, this one might have topped them all; it has all the elements.

As a political campaign, it is a stinkbomb, almost everyone with their eyes and nose open can see it and smell it.

 

2 February

Movie Review: Stan & Ollie. When We Could Laugh

by Jon Katz

The hardest I ever laughed in my life was in a movie where W. C. Field (Never Give A Sucker An Even Break)  kicked the obnoxious Baby Leroy in his diapers while nobody was looking.

I can’t tell you why the scene struck me as so funny – I nearly choked on my popcorn. It was great to see a brat get his due.

I do know that it would be unimaginable for any filmmaker to put a scene like that in a contemporary Hollywood movie, it would bring out a SWAT team and angry mobs on social media.

The great comedians – Chaplin, Fields, The Marx Brothers, Abbott & Costello – made the country laugh, through the Depression, World War II and people’s own individual troubles and struggles. They lifted the country up when it was down, movie after movie, year after year.

The movie “Stan & Ollie,” now out in theaters, is about two of the greatest: Stan Laurel and Oliver Hardy. And this post is a review of the film.

There was nothing dark or complicated about these movies, they seem to be just what people wanted and needed. Simple but crafted humor in a complicated world.

Comedians now host late-night TV shows like SNL and Colbert and talk about politics or do barbed stand-ups on HBO or Netflix.  I can’t really name a great comedian working today or a great slapstick artist like Fields or Chaplin working now. That’s a shame. We could use them.

As a nation, it seems to me we don’t really know how to laugh anymore, unless it’s at someone else’s expense. We take ourselves way too seriously too laugh most of the time. We are full of our grim and angry selves.

The movie, directed with gentle and disciplined compassion by Jon Baird, takes place at the end of this remarkable partnership, the greatest and longest double act in the history of movies.

The two comedians we meet in “Stan & Ollie” are no longer in their prime, struggling with their careers but also to make sense of their relationship, which is what the movie is really about.

We all know by now that Hollywood is an especially cruel place for famous actors who get must old, and the movie takes us to England in 1953 where Laurel and Hardy are on an exhausting road tour to try to lure disinterested producers into funding one more film. This effort seems doomed from the first, and both of them seem to know it, while insisting to each other that it can happen.

In this sweet, funny and very touching movie, the two legendary comedians are by now like a married couple, their relationship marked by unspoken resentments, grudges and irritations but also, and  more than anything, by a deep and enduring love for one another.

I love reading about Hollywood and comedy, I am not aware of any other pair that cared for one another as much as these two did. The Mark Brothers, Martin and Lewis, Abbott and Costello, feuded bitterly with each other broke apart.  Fields worked alone, but he  was a grumpy and lonely drunk.

This is the heart of the movie, really, the love these two very different entertainers and very human men had for each other, even after they had been through so much together and in such a cruel and cutthroat environment.

When they arrive in England, we get a taste of what’s to come. The theaters are small, the crowds sparse.  Slime bag producer Bernard Delfont (played beautifully by Rufus Jones) talks them into an intensive publicity tour to drum up more crowds. The tour is successful, but grueling, and with a high and temporary  cost to Hardy’s health and the comedians relationship with one another.

Onstage, for all of their struggles, the two are completely at ease with one another, respectful and compassionate. John Reilly as Hardy and  Steve Coogan as Laurel are perfect in their gentle dance routines  and still funny slapstick bits. Offstage, their relation is more complicated, but ultimate loving in the most heartstring-pulling way.

Hardy is laid back, averse to conflict and wedded to women, gambling and whiskey. Laurel is intense, serious, wondering why he didn’t get to be the next Charlie Chaplin. Yet they come together in their creativity and unerring feelings for what is funny.

Slapstick still works for me, and for Maria. I still laugh at Fields, the Marx Brothers, Chaplin and Laurel and Hardy.

No one in our time comes close to them when it comes to making people laugh at the absurdity and silliness of human beings and modern life. The only targets in their humor are themselves.

Sight gags are still much funnier to me than the pointed barbs and neurotic brooding of modern comedians.  Comedians like Fields and Laurel and Hardy and Chaplin were artists, as the movie shows,  they could make  people laugh by a flick of their heads, or a look in their eyes or the way they walked or fell.

They used every part of their bodies in their jokes, not just their minds.

The Slapstick Comedians like Laurel and Hardy offered a relief from the hard reality of life, not a nightly or weekly reprise of it.

That seems like a lost art to me now.

I spotted a few familiar and knowing jokes in the movie (Baird did his homework.)

At one point, Laurel and Hardy drag a heavy trunk up a long and steep concrete stairway, but when they get to the top, it slips out of their hands. The scene echoes their famous skit in “The Music Box” when they try to move a piano, and much the same thing happens.

They both stare at the trunk as it bangs it way down the stairs, and Hardy deadpans and says to Laurel: “Do We Really Need That  Trunk?” Would that we could all learn to laugh at life in that way.

Most comedians are portrayed as tormented neurotics, but here, Coogan and Reilly – even at the height of their conflicts – are gentle, flawed and poignant figures. This movie has much more heart than bite.

No one has ever been able to fully explain why the comedy of Laurel and Hardy in the Great Age Of Slapstick  has stood up so well, or why it ended so abruptly.

The cultural pundits blame TV, but I think its more complex than that. Our society has grown so much more complicated and divided, and so splintered and anxious it seems to have rushed past this simple but effective kind of humor.

I think it’s fair to say that Laurel and Hardy were the sweetest and most gentle (Chaplin also) of the great comedians.

Maybe they had the biggest hearts, or perhaps it was their genuine connection to one another that made people love them so much.

Any movie that makes me laugh and cry is a fine movie in my books. Stan & Ollie is not a great big super-movie, it is not a great movie at all.  It is a fine movie,   a sweet endearing small movie, one everyone in the family could see and perhaps like.

I absolutely recommend it.

I don’t know about you, but I need to laugh, and I need to feel, and this movie delivers on both counts.

I left the theater feeling warm and touched, like taking a warm bath.

I saw one woman near me bringing out a handkerchief to cry laughing, and the same one out again to cry in sadness.

I highly recommend it.

 

25 December

To Those Who Don’t Fit In: To Cry Or To Laugh

by Jon Katz

(I got a Merry Christmas From Robin, above)

We are having a quiet lovely Christmas. Last night, we had two friends over and I made two gourmet pizzas: one pear and goat  and sheep cheese and pesto, one chicken sausage, kale, and mozzarella.

I undercooked one, and over cooked the other, but they didn’t come out badly. I didn’t start early enough. I learned a lot about making pizzas.

We had the nicest time talking and just being together.

Our Christmas was simple, quiet, peaceful. This morning Maria and I went to the Mansion and I read Christmas stories to the residents there,  it felt like one of the nicest Christmases experiences.

Doing good feels so much better than living in fear or anger.

Our plan for the rest of the day is to go to a movie and then out to dinner. We were planning to see the new movie about Vincent Van Gogh, At Eternity’s Gate. It stars William DeFoe.

We were both interested in the movie, we love seeing movies about art, and Maria said she knew she would cry, Van Gogh was such a brilliant artist, his life was so sad. We’ve been planning to go on Christmas for weeks.

We had the schedule out and were making our plans when we spotted a trailer for the new Sherlock Holmes movie spoof, Homes & Watson, starring Will Ferrell and John C. Reilly. I just clicked on it on my Iphone and we watched it together.

We just started laughing at scene after scene. I thought if I don’t laugh at any other scene, it will be worth it to see this movie. It is so healthy to laugh. Sometimes I think our country is forgetting  how to do it.

Maria was laughing so hard the bed was shaking.

Don’t be fooled, she and I both have a robust adolescent sense of humor.

Maria and I both love slapstick. I remember nearly choking to death laughing during a W.C. Fields movie – Never Give A Sucker An Even Break – when Fields kicked the obnoxious Baby Leroy in the butt after being tormented by him

I also remember Maria laughing so hard during the last Three Stooges movie that some teenagers in the back row asked her to be quieter, they said they couldn’t hear the movie.

Maria and I both looked at one another and we knew we were about to change plans. We figured if we laughed this hard at the trailer, we had to like the movie, even thought we knew little about it and had not read any of the reviews.

“We have a choice today,” Maria said. “We can laugh or we can cry”

It wasn’t a hard choice, “let’s go laugh,” I said. Afterwards, we will get some food at a Japanese restaurant.

And isn’t this a metaphor for America today. We need to laugh.

Our Christmas day will be in perfect balance, starting with talking in bed, then going to the Mansion and then being at home, and going out to eat.

I also called my sister Jane, Christmas was such an important day for us, we both loved it so when we were litt,e and were so caught up in it for weeks before December 25.

We were both so unhappy so much of the time Christmas was a happy day, even to excess.

It was the only day of the year that our family suspended it’s hateful warring and tried to love one another. We had the Christmas spirit right, but could never pull the rest of life together.

Scheduled happiness like this rarely works out, of course, but it was good to talk to Jane, she is living a life of peace and healing, she tries so much to do good, there are so many ways in which we are alike, so many in which we are different.

On Christmas, she just wants to be with her dogs, she has given up on sharing her life with people. It is a choice that has worked for her, but not for me. Yet she does so much good wherever she can.

Talking to her, I realize how much we have in common, we shared things nobody else ever saw or knows about, and we have both been dealing with it our whole lives. I admire her, she has put her life together and it has never been  easy.

So I honor this Christmas day, it has a lot of meaning for me, and for Maria, who has had her own struggles with family and Christmas.

I think today of those who fit in, and those who don’t, and I want to send a Christmas greeting to those in particular who don’t fit in. I know you are out there, and I send you a message of love, peace and compassion.

Some of you may know that life is good, no matter our challenges and to those of you who aren’t certain, my wish for you is to not give up, to hope and feel and love.

I believe that what we put out comes back to us. Merry Christmas to you.

And go laugh if you can.

18 June

Six Days Till Gus: Why We Chose This Breed

by Jon Katz
Why We Choose This Breed: Photo by Maria Wulf

We are due to bring Gus home this coming Friday (we changed his name from Leroy).  Saturday, we went shopping and loaded up on training treats, small beds and toys and chews for puppies. Maria hates to shop, but I liked this trip, it signaled the imminent arrival of the next chapter in our remarkable lives with dogs and other animals.

We bought two small collars, three bags of training treats, three small stuffed squeaky toys and some balls (thanks in advance for not warning me about any of them.)

Many people were surprised when I wrote I was thinking of a small dog.

I have always been drawn to Labs and border collies.

I first thought about a small dog when I got to know some of the big men in trucks who help make our lives possible – Greg Burch, the lumberman (pug). John Hallaron, the ex-NYPD big man (English Bulldog) who fixes our wood stoves and chimneys, there was the gravel man with five Corgi’s in his truck, the trash man with a Pekingese, and somewhere in there, a big man with a feisty and loveable Boston Terrier.

I know Jamie, an organic farmer and border collie lovers, who practically bursts into tears when he talks about how much he loves his Boston Terrier.

Why are these big and powerful men so fond of their small dogs? I think it’s somehow because they are small, an outlet for their emotions and big hearts, so often hidden away. Most of these men cry simply talking about their dogs.

Since dogs are in part how I make my living, I thought it would be worthwhile for me to experience the small dog, a kind of dog I have never lived with and want to learn about. I am excited about writing about this dog and learning how to photograph him.

I started researching small breeds. I was instantly drawn to what I read about this breed. They are smart, loveable, filled with energy and personality. Like all short nosed dogs, they sometimes have respiratory issues or trouble with heat. Their problems, say several vets, are not universal, and are not as severe as the respiratory problems of other small breeds.

The vets I spoke to said they are generally healthy dogs with few chronic problems. They just need to be watched in extreme heat.

They are considered a wonderful urban dog, but they seem able to live anywhere. Lots of people put sweaters and booties on them in the winter, lots don’t. I expect we will be among the latter.

They are not prone to allergies, the ones I know have been healthy and vigorous.

I know several farmers who have Boston Terriers who run all day with border collies. They are tough dogs, bred to be ratters and they are fast and agile. Trained properly and rationally, they can be calm and quiet in the house.

They are high energy dogs, they need stimulation and activity. They are protective – they bark when people approach – but not aggressive. They are known for loving children and the elderly, two find traits for a therapy dog, which I hope Gus will be. They are playful, and like border collies, can quickly become ball or toy addicts if their owners are not careful.

They are family dogs, they adore their families.

These qualities began to add up for me. They make great therapy dogs, they love to love and be loved, they are happy to sit in laps. They are utterly trustworthy with children and people, if bred well and socialized. They are house dogs, they stay close to home.

These dogs are accepting and easygoing around other dogs. I think he will be an engaging companion for Fate, the ultimate high energy dog. Red will pay no more attention to him than he does to Fate. Gus will challenge and sharpen my training skills and hopefully, my understanding of dogs.

Gus looks like the right dog for us. He comes to us when we visit, he is active but not crazy, he already loves to be held. It’s almost eight weeks, and I can see this is the right time. His mother Hannah, is getting tired of mothering and Gus is getting eager to see the world.

Why do I want him? I am open to change and challenge, these dogs seem full of love and connection to me. I need that in my life, I was deprived of both for some time.  I think this dog is an absolutely perfect dog for Maria, who is also all about love. They will spent many cozy evenings together reading.

This chapter begins next Friday..

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