Wednesday, April 9, 2025
Mickey was my partner at the New York Joint Task Force, in 1971. He was then my neighbor, in Monroe, for a year. The man had some of the funniest jokes I've ever heard. McDuff & McTavish will always be remembered. Soon after we met he took me to lunch at Katz Deli, a few blocks away from our office. I ordered a sandwich with meat and cheese. He stepped in and re-ordered for me. When we sat down he wanted to know what was wrong with me, as the place was kosher. When I admitted to being Catholic and not real familiar with kosher regulations he said, "How can Alan Rose not be Jewish?" I left NYC in 1975 but stayed in touch with Mike until just recently. I'll remember "Super Trooper" forever. One hell of a cop, one hell of a man. I'll miss you Mickey.
