By

Roy Berger
Sadly, for all six of you Sunday Morning Coffee readers, this will be the last one for a couple of months. I’d like to tell you we are taking a winter hiatus and going fishing but the only place you’ll find a Jew fishing is at the seafood counter inside Publix. What we’re really doing is taking...
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As a kid, New Year’s Day on Long Island always seemed cold. Temps were probably in the 30’s and 40’s until about 4:45 in the afternoon when suddenly it turned sunny and 72. Lunch—tuna on white with a touch of vinegar—would be a prelude to the Cotton and Sugar Bowls, two games we had to get out...
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Jews of America, let’s unite. Let’s stop getting pushed around every December 25. Let’s stop being at the whim of our goyisha friends, fine people all, who hold us hostage every Christmas Day with the closing of their shops and restaurants and our wallets. We have proven through the years to be a creative bunch...
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Damn, it’s cold in the desert. Vegas daytime temps have been in the high 40’s and low 50’s most of the past week. Overnight we dip into the 30’s. I woke up Friday morning and said to Andi, “Baby, it’s cold outside.” I immediately apologized for my insensitivity. I’m disappointed Michael Avenatti dropped out of the ‘20...
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Just waking up from a doozy of a tryptophan-plus-a-few-bottles-of-Caymus-cab-sav overdose, grabbing my cup of Sunday morning coffee and thinking about nothing in particular: You know you’re getting old when Chaz Bono turns 49. I’ve never carried a pocket knife.  I’m not sure why I even thought of that. Maybe orange is the new black after...
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When the baseball gods speak, you listen. They ARE the higher authority. Even higher than Mike Labanowski. Labs, because everyone in baseball must have a nickname, is my friend because of baseball. We first met in 2014 as teammates at Yankees fantasy week and the off-the-field relationship grew. He’s Polish. I don’t pretend to be....
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We took a few weeks relocation hiatus so apologies if your Sunday Morning Coffee got cold. I’d be remiss if I didn’t thank everyone that called and wrote that they missed us. Thanks to both of you. It’s only fitting as a new Nevada resident we get back into gear on Nevada Day weekend. I...
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It was late Monday afternoon and we were making better time than I would have guessed. The tedium of the west Texas panhandle turned into the magnificent rock formations and colors of New Mexico. The posh Best Western was awaiting us sixty miles across I-40 in Santa Rosa, right smack on Route 66 where Tod Stiles and...
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Sweet Home Alabama, by the time the morning coffee pot runs dry, it’ll be sweet home no more. Birmingham, Alabama, where the United Van Lines truck pulls up and Ibis and Deuce confirm their suspicion that something was awry with all this talk about moving to the desert and how much they’ll love it. Sweet...
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Steve Tandet and Adam Cohen, two of the three readers of this blog, told me their favorite Sunday Morning Coffee’s are when I jump on my high-horse and ramble. So, saluting today’s Speakers’ Corner in London’s Hyde Park, here we go…….. Andi and I are two weeks away from our retirement move to the desert...
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