Not bad for a guy who was unelectable. I have a feeling my friend Roger still thinks that. At least though Roger seems to be turning loose of the certainty that Obama is a socialist who "hangs around with terrorists" (plural, though Roger was unable to name more than one, and not even a recent one). John McCain sure doesn't seem to believe that claptrap that he and his supporters spread around during the election.

A couple of readers of this site argued my remark the other day that my country seemed happy. They aren't happy, I guess, and all insisted that those who voted for McCain aren't happy. I don't think that's true. Every poll suggests that a lot of McCain voters are rooting for Obama…and I suspect that a lot of them, getting a clean look at Obama in a non-election context, are finding more to like about him.

In 2000, there was a quick disappointment in Bush that I expect/trust will not be repeated here. Bush seemed to think that since he'd won, even by a technicality or a questionable Supreme Court vote, he was entitled to all the marbles. Remember that famous remark about spending political capital? It was like Pat Buchanan's memo to Nixon about how it was fine to break the country in two as long as you held onto the bigger piece. Obama seems more likely to include the minority party than to trample over them. At some point, it will probably all come to shove but for the time being, we may have the civil interaction of learned men and women leading us, as opposed to the appeasement of the Talk Radio mob.

Apparently, this is a historic day.

Nothing to say that a billion other blogs aren't saying. I don't think this changes everything but it changes an awful lot that needs to be changed. I was going to write a long post but that would have meant acknowledging all the things that could go wrong. And I think I'd like to just enjoy the optimism for a while longer…

Here's the answer to the question I asked the other day here…

U.S. Airways has sent $5,000 checks to each of the 150 passengers on Flight 1549 to compensate them for lost luggage and other belongings.

That was the flight that crash-landed in the Hudson River last week after losing power simultaneously in both engines shortly after takeoff. All 155 people aboard survived.

In a letter sent to passengers, an airline executive said she was "truly sorry." The letter also explained that passengers' belongings left in the plane could be stuck with investigators for months.

The airline also said it would reimburse passengers for their ticket costs.

That sounds very fair to me…and not that they did it for this reason, it's good public relations. I hope they aren't letting themselves in for every passenger on any flight whose luggage is lost demanding five grand.

This kind of thing always amuses me. Turner Classic Movies is running a Jack Lemmon film festival every Thursday lately. According to the TCM website, this Thursday they're offering the 1964 Good Neighbor Sam (starring Jack Lemmon) sandwiched between Under the Yum Yum Tree (starring Jack Lemmon) and How to Murder Your Wife (starring Jack Lemmon)…and I assume that's what's actually on. But the on-screen listing for TiVo says the film they're running in that slot is Good Neighbor (starring Billy Dee Williams and not Jack Lemmon). That's a 2001 movie in which Williams plays a cop tracking a serial killer. Not the same thing.

George W. Bush today commuted the sentences of two former Texas border guards who had been convicted of shooting a fleeing (but apparently unarmed) drug smuggler in the ass and then covering-up the shooting. If you try to read up on the history of this case, you can give yourself quite a headache, as the "facts" presented in the press seem at odds with the facts (no quotes) presented in the trial. The two border guards became hero-martyrs to the anti-immigration crowd, many of whom don't think officials should ever be faulted for violence against illegals, especially illegals who smuggle drugs. I don't really have an opinion on the case except to say that if you study the accounts of it, it's obvious a lot of folks on both sides are just making things up.

Of more interest to me is a line in the Associated Press report that says "Bush technically has until noon on Tuesday when President-elect Barack Obama is sworn into office to exercise his executive pardon authority, but presidential advisers said no more were forthcoming." I hope that's so. If it is, I apologize for my suspicion that Bush wouldn't vacate the premises without a raft of pardons designed to protect him and his crew from prosecution for things like war crimes, war profiteering, civil rights violations and so on. I thought he'd do what his father did, issuing pardons to kill any further exploration of Iran-Contra criminality within that administration.

So then the question is, assuming he's not doing that, is he not doing it because he's convinced no one did anything wrong? Or he's convinced they've destroyed enough evidence? Or does he have some assurance from Obama that this won't happen? It sure wouldn't sit well with some people if our new Attorney General could admit that waterboarding is torture, and then decide to look the other way over the fact that it was done and admitted. And there are other offenses besides that…

Greg Ehrbar informs me that BBC Radio 2 is again streaming their recent musical salute to composer Charles Strouse. If you missed it, you have a few days (until Thursday, it seems) to hear it online. Here's the link.

Carolyn and I really enjoyed watching We Are One, the big concert which was broadcast live today from the steps of the Lincoln Memorial in Washington, D.C. There's a point with me where too much singing and talking of patriotism gets to sounding rote and insincere. (I always liked Lewis Black's joke about how after a multi-hour Super Bowl pre-game show, he was actually sick of freedom.) But this was a pretty grand event, especially the performance by Garth Brooks…plus, it was great to see Pete Seeger up there, leading the crowd in "This Land is Your Land." It's starting to really feel like it is.

My McCain-voting friends will probably object to me writing the following…but I can't imagine this country having such a deep, moving sense of optimism if the gentleman from Arizona and the lady from Alaska were being sworn in tomorrow. For one thing, the day wouldn't be about change and taking the nation in a new direction. It would have been about trying to be George W. Bush but to be better at it. They wouldn't have had Springsteen and Beyoncé and James Taylor and all the others there today, either. It would have been Pat Boone singing about God first and country second, and interjecting prayers to repeal the estate tax.

By the way: Can anyone tell me why Tom Hanks always looks so pained every time we see him lately? He has honors and money and a spectacular wife, and they gave him the best speech of the afternoon to read. Why does he always look like he's on Celebrity Fear Factor and they're about to make him eat iguana testicles?

It's still a little stunning that we're about to inaugurate Barack "Unelectable" Obama. I keep hearing people ask each other, "Did you ever think you'd see this country make a black man president?" I always tell them, "Yes, but I thought I'd be using a walker and gumming my food before that happened." In a way, it's more amazing that the man is young and bright…and most amazingly, urban. No longer do you have to thicken your country accent and/or go out and chop brush to convince American voters you're one of them.

The best thing though is that he's bringing out the best in us. People may have voted for him because they hated Bush but polls are saying he has a 66%-80% incoming approval rating, which means he's won over a lot of McCain voters. I can't recall an incoming president with such a wave of optimism around him. Let's enjoy it while it lasts.

The We Are One concert repeats here and there tomorrow on HBO, and there are a zillion video clips online. In fact, you can watch the whole thing on this page. I'm going to keep it on my TiVo for a while and watch it again.

In July of 2005, a great comedy writer and actor named Pat McCormick died. The importance of Pat to comedy and to the lives of many people in comedy might best be demonstrated if I listed just some of the people who spoke at his funeral: George Carlin, Buck Henry, Jack Burns, Chuck McCann, Gary Owens, Paul Williams, Shelley Berman, Paul Mazursky, Henry Gibson, Fred Willard and many, many more. They didn't have time for Carl Reiner…that's how jammed the place was with funny folks.

Pat died in July, 2005 but for seven years before that, he lived out in the hospital of the Motion Picture Country Home in Woodland Hills — the one which they just announced is being shuttered due to economic woes. Pat could not speak and his brain seemed to only function occasionally. Back in this post, I told the story of the tragic events that put him there. You don't have to click and go read them. I'll quote the relevant part here…

In 1998, Pat was scheduled to perform with his friend and sometimes partner, Jack Riley, at a live show Merv Griffin was hosting at the Beverly Hilton hotel. They had a routine called "The Smartest Man in the World" in which Jack acted as straight man, peppering Pat with questions. The show was about to start but Pat had not arrived. Suddenly, from the direction of the garage, everyone heard some sort of explosion and they ran out to see what it was.

Pat had driven his car in and…well, he either suffered a stroke which caused him to crash his car into a concrete wall in the parking lot or he crashed his car into the wall and that triggered the stroke. Either way, it was an awful crash that caused the auto to catch fire. Unreported at the time, for some reason, was that Pat's life was saved by a little old lady. Some tiny woman, reportedly in her sixties or seventies, pulled his 6-foot-7 body out of the flaming car and dragged it to safety.

That's the way the story was told to me by one of Pat's closest friends and it's true…except that the little old lady was not a little old lady. It would be a more colorful story if it was and I guess that's why whoever changed it changed it. Anyway, the rest of the tale is true, as affirmed here by a woman named Danielle Villegas. And she oughta know, seeing as how she was the lady who pulled Pat out of that car…

I was happy to read your story about Pat McCormick written in 2005. The last time I checked about him was before then. He was at at the Motion Picture nursing home — no details.

I would like to clarify the story since you got it pretty close, and you were right, no one else had or has ever told that story.

I was the "little old lady" who pulled Pat McCormick out of his burning car, however I was not old (good story, though). In 1998 during the weeklong set-up for the Golden Globes, I was working for Merv Griffin Productions setting up for the parties. I had a crew of two guys working with me. We drove a small pick-up, up and down the parking structure delivering equipment and props to the rooftop tent. It was on one of the trips up (around 4 PM) with the loaded truck that I noticed a car parked in an odd position with hood up in the garage. I slowed to see what was up but when I saw someone inside the car move, I figured things were OK (regrettable moment).

We drove up to the roof to unload the truck. After about ten minutes, I noticed smoke rising from a lower level. We jumped in the truck, sped down the ramp to see the vehicle totally engulfed in smoke. Although we could not see flames, the engine was burning furiously. The engine screech was deafening, the tachometer must have been up around 5000. I jumped out of the truck, ran into the blinding smoke, opened the door and as I feared, discovered there was someone still in the car.

Eyes and lungs burning, I darted away to catch my breath. The crew bolted away with me. It was going to explode any moment. "Get back here" I cried, "there's someone in there!" They followed me right back into the inferno. After unhooking his seat belt, the guys (who were no bigger than 150 lbs. each) heaved his 6' 7" motionless body out of the car. I grabbed his heavy feet and we rushed him off, away from the now flaming vehicle, which only then exploded.

Since I had once been a certified EMT, I guessed by his signs he had suffered a stroke. I loosened his tie, his eyes bugging out more than usual, were pleading for me to help him. For the next few minutes, he struggled to talk, get up, be done. I made sure he stayed still, held his hand and assured him "everything is going to be okay." By the time the paramedics arrived, the crew from the rooftop had put the fire out and cut the motor. There was quite a crowd. After giving my statements to the authorities, I went back to work.

Having formerly worked with stroke patients, I knew his condition was dire. I had an overwhelming feeling of guilt that I had not stopped when I first noticed the car with the hood up. The stroke would have been debilitating enough but with the added smoke inhalation which would have compromised any oxygen available for those vital minutes, I felt that had sealed a sad fate. My guilt worsened over the rest of the evening. I kept telling my coworkers, "If you ever notice something unusual, stop and check it out!" I failed to do this and felt absolutely terrible. By 10 PM, I was a wreck and asked to go home early (we often pulled 24 hr. shifts the night before the event), my sense of regret totally consuming me.

Now this is where it even gets weirder. I lived in Sylmar at this time, so I hopped on the 405 and headed north. It was a foggy January night with fairly low visibility as I drove home. My coworker/roomate was carpooling with me that night. He was angry with me about something and unaware of my experiences earlier in the day since he was working at another location. I listened numbly to him complain about his day. Tears began to run down my cheeks as he continued to spout off.

That night on the highway, the two center lanes northbound (my direction) were coned off. Suddenly, I noticed "something unusual" across the median. I veered into the coned-off center lanes, skidding to a stop. A car stalled in a southbound lane. As I jumped out of my car, the white sub-compact was struck by a pick-up truck going 65 MPH, which proceeded to flip over several times, ending up fifty yards down the freeway. Now there were two cars down and people hurt. I ran out into the southbound lanes, hoping my spread palms would reflect enough light to see me in my black crew uniform. Somehow, I stopped traffic on the 405 on that foggy night.

I immediately went over to the now-mangled white car. Inside was a limp, young woman with severe head injuries and broken body. For the second time in the same day I was rescuing someone in a life threatening situation. I stabilized her as well as possible, trying to keep her calm and breathing. She too struggled to talk, get out, be done. The paramedics eventually showed up and as they extricated her from the vehicle they ordered me "take her feet." We carried her over to the board, I held her hand and told her, "Everything is going to be okay!" WHEW!

I gave my statements, went home, and had a drink.

This experience changed my life. It was obvious that some greater force (God?) was not about to let me beat myself up for too long (more than six hours to be exact). There were more important things for me to do. I never found out exactly what happened to either of the people I "saved" that night. So I was glad to read your story and actually have something to add. I did recognize Pat as someone famous when I pulled him out of the burning car. Although I told him everything was going to be okay, I knew it probably wouldn't be. I would much rather have told him the story I just told you, about some "other" poor schmuck and the message from God…this was not to be.

It feels good to have finally written this story I have told so many times. You wrote, "A lot of comedy writers are, when you meet them, indistinguishable from guys who sell life insurance for a living. Not Pat." I have to take some comfort in this. I consider myself a writer too, however while networking for my "day job," I am often cornered by grinning people who cock their heads, wrinkle their brows when they ask, "You sell Life Insurance?"

I told Danielle in an e-mail that I can't imagine anyone who knew Pat having anything but sheer gratitude for her actions that day. Guilt that she could have or should have acted sooner is utterly unnecessary…especially when you think of all the people who probably wouldn't have helped at all. (I think it's also to her credit that she sought no reward or recognition for it. Here it is, eleven years later and she's finally telling someone her story…and agreeing to let me reproduce it here. I'll bet few of Pat's friends even knew her name.)

Thanks, Danielle…for what you did and for letting me share your e-mail here. Wish there were more people like you on this planet.

Gee, my country is happy today.

Christopher Hayes connects the dots on our new attorney general's statement that waterboarding = torture and Dick Cheney's admission that he ordered waterboarding.