Of Masks and Mirth
(Please note: Written and submitted for publication before the current situation)
Humor is entirely subjective. My parents loved to laugh and were, in fact, two very funny people. In addition to scratchy LP’s of Broadway shows that we acted out every Saturday afternoon after rearranging the furniture to replicate a proscenium arch, my siblings and I memorized acts of borscht-belt comedians like Shecky Greene, Jackie Mason, Buddy Hackett, Tobie Fields, Don Rickles, Joan Rivers, Norm Crosby and others. The blonde console stereo knew no respite during the Eisenhower era as our love for Jewish humor was nurtured. What began for me in the Catskill Mountains was refined with outings to the Westbury Music Fair. (If you know, you know.)
I do not have to be told that something is funny and, consequently, will not watch any program with canned laughter. Equally revolting to me are gags that are played at the expense of........
