Harry Hamlin’s Secret Sauce: On Playing Tom Brokaw, Fighting the Paparazzi, and His Legendary Bolognese

At the moment, Harry Hamlin is unexpectedly wet.
It was a bit of a drive-by soaking. He thought it would be nice on a sunny Los Angeles afternoon to take his phone interview outside in the yard of his and wife Lisa Rinna’s Italian villa-style mansion. You know the one—the gorgeous property with the lush garden where, in the most recent season of The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills, a dinner party left the cast drooling over Hamlin’s signature bolognese sauce, as well as to a notorious pair of “ugly leather pants.

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Allowing foreign citizens to vote in US elections is a rotten idea

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Approximately 808,000 “non-citizens” may vote in future New York City elections, if the City Council welcomes them to do so, as early as December. These potential new members of the electorate would include green card holders and those with certain work permits. 
This is a rotten idea. However, love or hate it, everyone at least should debate this concept with maximum precision. 
These 808,000 potential new voters are not non-citizens. The computer on which I write these words is a non-citizen.

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The dark Trumptopia we inhabit is the world science fiction warned us about

(Official White House Photo by Joyce N. Boghosian

Who knew that Martians, inside monstrous tripodal machines taller than many buildings, actually ululated, that they made eerily haunting “ulla, ulla, ulla, ulla” sounds? Well, let me tell you that they do — or rather did when they were devastating London.
I know that because I recently reread H.G. Wells’s 1898 novel War of the Worlds, while revisiting an early moment in my own life.

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The dark Trumptopia we inhabit is the world science fiction warned us about

(Official White House Photo by Joyce N. Boghosian

Who knew that Martians, inside monstrous tripodal machines taller than many buildings, actually ululated, that they made eerily haunting “ulla, ulla, ulla, ulla” sounds? Well, let me tell you that they do — or rather did when they were devastating London.
I know that because I recently reread H.G. Wells’s 1898 novel War of the Worlds, while revisiting an early moment in my own life.

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