why I love Mel Brooks

When I was growing up I always wanted to tell people that Mel Brooks was my long lost Grandfather. Needless to say it didn't bode too well for the memory of my real grandfathers (who both passed away when I was really young).

Then I saw Spaceballs. Then I decided that if there was anyone on the planet that was that funny and off kilter he had to be part of my family. My Mother told me he wasn't. I ever would actually meet Mel Brooks I would adopt him, whether he liked it or not. And last night we saw The Producers and I decided that he has to adopt me. Simple as that. I want Mel Brooks to adopt me. I will not expect anything but a little bit of meshuggena every now and again. Plus I think he would absolutely totally fit in with the crazy of my family.

So Mel... if you read this... I have an open invitation for you...! Its very serious. I know that you aren't for sale, but my mother makes a mean kugel and I know a good brisket when I see it, so at least you would get a good nosh. If you are ever in Denver, let us know. We will kibbitz and feed you. Let us know. Anytime.