March 23 2013 By Mickey Friedman Last week began for me with the news my former love had hung herself. The obituary reported she died at home. True, but hardly the real story. When it comes to mental illness, we…
Author: Mickey Friedman
A Letter to the Red Crows
March 4, 2013 Dear Mickey, Totally agree about Old Mill. I’ve had some wonderful meals and parties there – we used to fit all of CHP in the small dining room at Christmas and it was so lovely. We weren’t…
The Good, The Bad, The …
March 3, 2013 By Mickey Friedman I’ve been meaning to tell you how much I like The Old Mill in Egremont ever since I read that cruel review in the Berkshire Beagle last summer. Reviewers are odd ducks. I’ve occasionally…
Traffic = Transformation
January 17, 2013 By Mickey Friedman News commentators like me, Maureen Dowd, and David Brooks, and old-fashioned reporter-types like the Woodsteins – who met their source in a dark parking garage, then blew the whistle on Nixon’s plumbers – well,…
Happy Mad New Year
January 3, 2013 By Mickey Friedman Anthony, my bestest Republican in the Best Small Town in America, frets about the Obama Death Panels. But as I transition to New Years, taking stock, a part of me looks forward to my…
Making The World Safe For Whoopee
December 1, 2012 By Mickey Friedman Ignore the gossip-mongers: the mission remains critical. We’ve invested so much making Afghanistan safe for Hamid Karzai and his drug-running relatives, it would be a crying shame to cut and run. Just because our…
The Real Heroes
November 22, 2012 By Mickey Friedman I was fifteen but looked more like twelve. Frightened, but determined. My local Woolworth’s was on Fordham Road. My sign said something about equal rights. The Greensboro, NC sit-in of February 1960 was a…
My Dinner With Mel
November 18, 2012 By Mickey Friedman Mel Greenberg invited me to have dinner with him Thursday evening. At the American Legion Hall in Sheffield. I must have been daydreaming because I drove right past it, through Sheffield and then had…
What If We All Helped Mel?
October 25, 2012 By Mickey Friedman I spent Thursday and Friday mornings with Mel Greenberg. Mel Greenberg feeds people. On Thursday, I went with Mel and Jurek Zamoyski to Big Y, Berkshire Co-op Market, to Guidos, The Marketplace, and Mazzeos,…
No to Mimes, Yes to Bill
September 6, 2012 By Mickey Friedman I’ve been sleeping a lot more easily these days. Ever since Lenox banned street performers. I’ve never met Ms. Hagenah, the “living statue” who asked for a permit to statue on the sidewalk. And…
Four More Years
August 15, 2012 By Mickey Friedman I’m still shaken. Only my fellow Olympians understand what it’s like to train for four years and have your Olympic dreams shattered. I realize most people probably don’t even know about the event I’ve…
The Small Stuff
July 28, 2012 By Mickey Friedman I’m trying not to sweat the big stuff. Like the end of the world as we know it. I mean, if God wanted us to have arctic ice and antarctic penguins, he wouldn’t have…