Driving the suburbs of Los Angeles you can see front yards made to resemble graveyards. “But Halloween is so much fun!” they say. It depends how you celebrate it, but Halloween seems odd in today’s climate.

Life may have changed, but it’s still one of the most exciting places on the planet, and I’m just grateful to have that visa.

Another lockdown is unlikely, but now is the time to live life and live it large, lest we have to isolate again for this seemingly-endless flu season. This is a battle-cry and a call to arms for more autumnal parties.

It is always necessary to calculate our closeness to flaming hot spheres, since the proximity will determine our activity.

Despite immunization, I still spent six days in bed with a cough that was so intense I nearly evacuated my guts.

This column was nearly called “Reflections On Meeting Ex-Girlfriends After 15 Years, Seeing Their Husband And Kids And Thinking About What Might Have Been.”

A lover of England is an Anglophile. A lover of France is a Francophile. A lover of America is an Americanophile, which sounds like it has one too many syllables, although America does most things big and better, even when it comes to linguistics.

“Love Island” is the reverse of the traditional Jewish approach to dating.

I have a love-hate relationship with dating apps.

The fast of the 9th of Av is a time to reflect upon unity and spiritual matters, so we won’t stop and think about Scottish supporters who hate England so much that they joined Italian supporters at Wembley to cheer on our downfall.