Forget the headlines. Nice good people — like actor Paul Rudd — still exist.
A bowling alley on 12th Avenue. Two more steps west, and you’re in Weehawken. Entrance is through a crowded noisy behind-to-behind bar. Some behinds rounder than the bowling balls. The inner room? Louder, busier. Astronauts have more air.
Inside, a calm poised “Antman” Paul Rudd in a sweater. So why’s he there?
“2006 when I played a stutterer in ‘Three Days of Rain,’ I realized the pain such a challenge causes. This is my annual All-Star Bowling Benefit for SAY, an association that aids young stutterers.”
Over the din behind us — supposedly including all-star bowlers Janeane Garofalo, Rachel Dratch, Alex Brightman, Jane Alexander, Richard Kind, Daphne Rubin-Vega — he said: “Having just launched ‘Living With Yourself,’ my new Netflix show, I now can relax and just enjoy Thanksgiving. I live in New York. I’ll watch the parade. Watch football, which I love. Then feed 30 people, family and friends.
“And best of all, play with the 12-pound Cavapoo dog I bought two years ago.”
As a staffer blocked bodies to get me to my car, a black-sweatered man stopped me. “I’m Mo Rocca’s manager.” OK. “Mo’s just written this book ‘Mobituaries.’ It’s wonderful. It’s now out. He spent a year doing research on it. I’ve been Mo’s manager 20 years.” OK.