Bagels, Coffee &The Sunday Paper

Newsday, Long Island's favorite newspaper.

The other day Bossy Betty blogged about her love of reading the newspaper.

When I think of newspapers, I think about how I wrote for the school paper in high school and college. I think about my days as a kid reporter for New York Newsday. I think about how today I no longer read the paper because I typically tune into news radio, TV news and the web-based news.

These days, an actual newspaper is almost as vintage of a memory as the Cosby Pudding Pop ads and The Rubik's Cube. Okay, that's an exaggeration, but seriously, here's what I think of when I think of the newspaper...

From about the age of 16-25, Sunday mornings were the same in our house. Dad would pick up bagels and the Sunday Newsday (Long Island's newspaper) while mom brewed the coffee. I remember the blue and white tub of Breakstone's whipped butter sitting on the table. I remember the smell of coffee, although I typically opted for orange juice. We always had a carton of Tropicana on hand for Sunday breakfast. I remember the warm bagels in the brown bags. Bagels so warm, the crumbly Breakstone butter would melt into tiny pools amongst the doughy goodness. Heaven.

Breakstone's was a Sunday bagel breakfast must-have back in the day.

Sorry, I lost my focus. We were talking about newspapers, right? Once my sesame bagel was oozing with melted butter, I'd reach for my favorite section of the Sunday Newsday newspaper.

In my earlier paper reading days, my favorite part of the Sunday paper were the comics. The comics were colorful and I loved following The Lockhorns, Family Circle, Garfield, Born Loser, Marvin and more. In high school, I always grabbed the entertainment section to read about celebrities and music.
In college, I think I was either hung over or simply not home, I don't really remember Sunday mornings.
In my early twenties, in addition to the entertainment section, I scoured help wanted ads in the business section.
The end.