Centennial

 As you read this, Mel Brooks will be more than one hundred years old. Apparently Al Gore's Internet met with some confusion as to the actual date of Mel's birth, which as it turns out was this past Sunday, June 28. It speaks directly to the power of comedy that Clint Eastwood, four years Mel's junior, chose to retire from directing and acting this past year while Mel Brooks is overseeing the production of the sequel to his film Spaceballs, set to appear in theaters on April 23, 2027. 

It pleases me no end to be able to celebrate Mel Brooks while he is still a-live. There is no question as to whether or not he stomped on the Terra. On New Years Eve this past year, a group of us gathered together in our living room, and began searching various platforms for something to watch until midnight. Having worked in a video store in another incarnation, I understood that trying to find an entertainment for any group larger than one was made exponentially more difficult with each added human's taste and predilections. Our festive mood was darkening just as we ran across the DVD of Mel Brooks' The Producers. Murmurs of ascent, perhaps brought on by the thought of spending any more time trying to select something for which we were all in agreement. We put in the disc and hoped for the best. 

For the next eighty-six minutes, we laughed. Hard for most of it, and though we were all aware that we were yukking it up about a group of morally reprehensible people during a time when things were not "woke" by any means, we savored every frame and when all was said and done, most of us were humming Springtime For Hitler. We did this with full awareness of how important being able to laugh at fascists was a gift given to us by none other than Mister Mel Brooks. 

I could go on about the importance of my memoires of being taken to see Blazing Saddles while still a kid by my father, or how I selected the soundtrack of Young Frankenstein as my one souvenir of my family's trip to New York City. Or my wife's enduring affection for Madeline Khan's turn as Lili Von Shtupp singing "I'm Tired." 

I might even wax rhapsodic about listening to Mel and his great friend Carl Reiner's recording of the Two Thousand Year Old Man. 

But for now I will simply bow down and say, happy birthday, Mel Brooks. Who reminds us, “Humor is just another defense against the universe.” And hoo boy can we use that right now.