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April 9, 2014

Jonathan Tobin: Why Did Kerry Lie About Israeli Blame?

Samuel G. Freedman: A resolution 70 years later for a father's unsettling legacy of ashes from Dachau

Jessica Ivins: A resolution 70 years later for a father's unsettling legacy of ashes from Dachau

Kim Giles: Asking for help is not weakness

Kathy Kristof and Barbara Hoch Marcus: 7 Great Growth Israeli Stocks

Matthew Mientka: How Beans, Peas, And Chickpeas Cleanse Bad Cholesterol and Lowers Risk of Heart Disease

Sabrina Bachai: 5 At-Home Treatments For Headaches

The Kosher Gourmet by Daniel Neman Have yourself a matzo ball: The secrets bubby never told you and recipes she could have never imagined

April 8, 2014

Lori Nawyn: At Your Wit's End and Back: Finding Peace

Susan B. Garland and Rachel L. Sheedy: Strategies Married Couples Can Use to Boost Benefits

David Muhlbaum: Smart Tax Deductions Non-Itemizers Can Claim

Jill Weisenberger, M.S., R.D.N., C.D.E : Before You Lose Your Mental Edge

Dana Dovey: Coffee Drinkers Rejoice! Your Cup Of Joe Can Prevent Death From Liver Disease

Chris Weller: Electric 'Thinking Cap' Puts Your Brain Power Into High Gear

The Kosher Gourmet by Marlene Parrish A gift of hazelnuts keeps giving --- for a variety of nutty recipes: Entree, side, soup, dessert

April 4, 2014

Rabbi David Gutterman: The Word for Nothing Means Everything

Charles Krauthammer: Kerry's folly, Chapter 3

Amy Peterson: A life of love: How to build lasting relationships with your children

John Ericson: Older Women: Save Your Heart, Prevent Stroke Don't Drink Diet

John Ericson: Why 50 million Americans will still have spring allergies after taking meds

Cameron Huddleston: Best and Worst Buys of April 2014

Stacy Rapacon: Great Mutual Funds for Young Investors

Sarah Boesveld: Teacher keeps promise to mail thousands of former students letters written by their past selves

The Kosher Gourmet by Sharon Thompson Anyone can make a salad, you say. But can they make a great salad? (SECRETS, TESTED TECHNIQUES + 4 RECIPES, INCLUDING DRESSINGS)

April 2, 2014

Paul Greenberg: Death and joy in the spring

Dan Barry: Should South Carolina Jews be forced to maintain this chimney built by Germans serving the Nazis?

Mayra Bitsko: Save me! An alien took over my child's personality

Frank Clayton: Get happy: 20 scientifically proven happiness activities

Susan Scutti: It's Genetic! Obesity and the 'Carb Breakdown' Gene

Lecia Bushak: Why Hand Sanitizer May Actually Harm Your Health

Stacy Rapacon: Great Funds You Can Own for $500 or Less

Cameron Huddleston: 7 Ways to Save on Home Decor

The Kosher Gourmet by Steve Petusevsky Exploring ingredients as edible-stuffed containers (TWO RECIPES + TIPS & TECHINQUES)

Jewish World Review January 11, 2010 / 25 Teves 5770

You Really Can Go Homer Again

By Mitch Albom

http://www.JewishWorldReview.com | And I went, "Uumph."

And the director said, "Great. One more."

And I went, "Oomph."

"Great. Let's try again."

This was in Los Angeles, months ago, en route to my biggest moment of fame on the planet Earth and that is, of course, a cameo on "The Simpsons."


"Great. Again, please."

My "motivation" (as actors say) was being tossed out of a building and landing splat on the sidewalk. It wasn't just my motivation. It was my actual part. Although I hadn't done it. Because they hadn't drawn it. The way "The Simpsons" works is you do your lines and then they draw the cartoon, so if you are truly pathetic they can at least draw you as pathetic and viewers don't sit there clucking, "This guy can't act."

Which I can't.


"Great. Let's do another."

This all started when "The Simpsons" writers decided to pen a show about Abe (Homer's father) sharing his memoirs with a younger journalist. The plot was reminiscent of my book "Tuesdays With Morrie" and they even called the episode "Thursdays With Abie" and they wrote me into the show because, I don't know, maybe they thought they'd get sued, which I wouldn't have done because, frankly, I don't know how to sue and anyhow, why sue "The Simpsons," I like the Simpsons, the cartoon group, not, you know, O.J.'s version.

In the episode, I show up to try to get Abe to speak to me and he says "never heard of you" and things get cartoon ugly and I am menacingly approached by a gang of senior citizens and six hours later, when they reach me, I am tossed into the street.

Which is why I was making those sounds.


"Great. And another …"

(By the way, I have learned that everything in Hollywood begins with "great." Like, "Great script, just a few changes." Or "Great take, let's try again." Great, apparently, is another word for "G0d help us.")

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Anyhow, I did about a thousand grunts, and I also did my lines, and all of it was into a microphone facing a blank wall.

So I did not meet Homer.

Well, I sort of met Homer. And Bart. And Marge. At least I met the people who do the voices. They are very nice people and do not look anything like their Simpsons characters. And I saw my friend Hank Azaria, who does a gazillion Simpsons voices despite having once played me in a film, and I am very happy that did not sink his career.

And I had lunch with Matt Groening, who created the show and is about as down to earth and unassuming as if he drew himself into the farthest corner of the show, and speaking of drawing, I met the guy who was going to draw my character and he was also quite nice although I caught him looking at my face several times and I imagined he was thinking, "I do not get paid enough to do this."

Anyhow, they were all great and upon leaving I asked, "When will this show be on?" And this was in May. And they said, "January." So I guess it takes a while to draw that shadow on Homer's face.

When I got home, word got out. And suddenly everyone was calling and saying, "'The Simpsons'? No way!" And I was absolutely the coolest son/brother/uncle on the planet. I had street cred — or cartoon cred — that a lifetime of writing never brought me.

Months passed. Christmas. New Year's. And last Sunday, I was in the car on my way to a birthday party when someone called and said, "Hey, your 'Simpsons' episode is on."

And I said, "Again, please?"

They never called to tell me.

So I missed it.

Apparently, however, the rest of the world did not. And thanks to DVRs, I was finally able to see the show myself. It was fun. It was clever. And I want to thank the Simpsons folks for immortalizing me and drawing my ears smaller than they are.

As for my hit-the-sidewalk performance? In a word, I'd say I was:


Whatever that means.

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