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`Unless you’re my dad, or unless you go to¬†bigleaguedream.com and get true value for your twenty bucks, I hate asking for money. I’m a much better giver than receiver, especially when it comes to gifts and charity. But when Adam Cohen asks me to do something for the potential welfare of everyone, I don’t say...
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In Judaism these are the Days of Awe– Yamin Noraim. It’s the period between Rosh Hashana and Yom Kippur, the holiest days of our calendar, the year 5778, a time for introspection to consider our sins and transgressions of the past year and ask God for forgiveness. And to seek blessing in the new year....
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Thanks to the three of you who inquired about missing ‘Sunday Morning Coffee’ last week. The cup was dry and we took a week off to catch our breath. Literally. But it was nice to be missed. So, the Chock-Full-O’Nuts is hot, we are thinking and praying for all those, including my dad, in Irma’s...
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Bad news this week, for everyone but me, with your Sunday Morning Coffee. Andi Berger didn’t write this. I did. I created a monster. I asked my wife to fill in for me for one week while I attempted to regain consciousness and in the process she became a phenom. (RoyBerger.com- August 20, 2017). Despite...
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Having SMC from my trendy Roll Tide Roll mug finishing up the morning papers from 1973. And despite the 95 degree temps and 90% humidity in the state that gave you Paul Bryant, George Wallace and Attorney General Sessions, we are only 20 crimson and orange shopping days from our Dixie Christmas- the opening of...
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The wonderful sounds of silence that emanated from Central Alabama last week was exactly the way the leaders of Birmingham and the Birmingham Jewish community wanted it. A shriek of glee from Andi Berger momentarily broke that silence on Tuesday when she learned news that was exactly the way she wanted it, too! For the...
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  Sunday morning coffee thinking about things with my Joe’s Stone Crab mug. ¬†Even though Joe’s is closed for the season, a guy can still fantasize about a table for four with Donald Jr., Robert Bentley and Babe Parilli, enjoying mayo-laden cole slaw, an order of Selects, hash browns and key lime pie. Russian dressing...
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It’s Sunday morning, the coffee’s hot in the very trendy-for-the-fortnight Wimbledon mug, and after a four week blog hiatus some stuff is rattlin’ around in my head:   How many times a day do you think Joe Biden kicks himself? Do you think Kellyanne really believes her own spiel? How about Spicey? Yeah, I’m a...
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  England swings like a pendulum do……. When songwriter Roger Miller first penned that back in ’65, a month or two after I could get it on my bar mitzvah playlist, he undoubtedly was referring to groovy Carnaby Street and not Parliament, where Prime Minister Harold Wilson had the House of Lords and Commons under...
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Where does time go? One minute you enter the world on a rainy 1952 Tuesday afternoon in the Bronx and the next you are turning 65 on a sunny Saturday in Birmingham, Alabama. One minute you’ve never touched a dog in your life and some sixty-five years later YOUR dog (and best pal) is selected...
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