I can't stop picturing this Superbowl ad.
you see it? It was Jerry Seinfeld and George -- one of those million
dollar ads -- the two of them sitting across from one another.
It was the two of them right now, today. They were older. Both of them had less hair.
watch re-runs of old Seinfeld episodes. I see them whenever it's
possible -- it's usually possible at dinner time, when we turn on our
I get absorbed in the story even though I
have seen it previously. It seems fresh. I laugh. Sometimes I cheer, or
applaud Jerry, or George, Kramer, or Elaine.
I didn't like seeing a thicker looking Jerry with a receding hairline.
It clashed with my sense of him as the wryly amusing, sophisticated,
Of course, I know that many of
those episodes are around 15 years old. Of course, I've seen Jerry
briefly in a few guest appearances and news alerts, and I was aware that
he was somewhat less handsome, and physically more mature.
Why does that ad, that Superbowl vision of him and George, continue to upset me?
we lost Shirley Temple -- she was major in the lives of my sisters, and
me; and we recently lost Pete Seeger, who represented an energy and
feeling for mankind that was unique and affected my world when I was
working as a performer.
Seinfeld doesn't represent a
special something-or-other to me, except a time in my life when I looked
forward to watching TV, and sharing his casual but utterly up to date
feelings of what was importantly unimportant.
maybe I'm mourning that he, and his humor, and that time in American
life are gone, and probably I've been relishing the dinner time TV
re-rums because they enable me to go back and relive them again.
Realty: Jerry Seinfeld is older, so are George, Elaine and Kramer.
I have to handle that they are older, and deal with what's importantly
important -- I am more mature. Probably I am wiser. Ooouch -- I am older.