By Paul Goldfinger, Editor @Blogfinger
Scene: Wegmans as I pushed my cart past the cheese department towards seafood. Suddenly, out of the corner of my eye a blur appeared and then she suddenly raced past me.
I took her in within two seconds: young, thin, graceful, wearing multicolored tights with leggings, and a bright scarf around her neck and a headband besides. She was blond and pretty and she was pushing a small cart quickly, darting side to side to get somewhere in a hurry.
The apparition breezed by me, cutting me off, and I came to an abrupt stop as I watched her pass by. She seemed like a graceful gazelle or a bird in flight. I was mesmerized as she continued on, turning sharply to the left, moving towards seafood and then left again. I could not take my eyes off her.
Then I heard a male voice speak to me, “Isn’t she beautiful; she’s a professional dancer, you know. ” It was a man standing behind me, perhaps in his forties, with dark hair, a smile, and a small pony tail. “She comes here often,” he said. He wasn’t with her; he seemed to materialize, like a solitary Greek chorus, for the purpose of explaining what I had just witnessed, as if the moment required further clarification.
I looked back in her direction, but she was heading toward the bakery and was almost out of sight. I turned to him and said, “Wow. That’s something! And she really can move that cart around.” I felt foolish with that remark. It was too mundane. It should have been more insightful. I looked away for a second and then back—he was gone.
Now I felt that I had witnessed a sort of flash ballet, and, in retrospect, I really enjoyed it.
Then off I went to pick up a sesame bagel, coffee and my morning review of the news. I tried being more graceful with my cart, but no way.
JOHN WILLIAMS AND ITZHAK PERLMAN From the film Scent of a Woman: “Por Una Cabeza” Tango.
“Caught between two signs” and no where to go of the Christmas Tree at Main & Pilgrim Pathway.
The photo I took last weekend on my nocturnal stroll around town to see all the Holiday lighting on my first Christmas visit to the Grove.
LEANN RIMES “Hard Candy Christmas.”
By Paul Goldfinger.
We lived in New York City, near Central Park, for five years in the late ’60’s-early ’70’s. As such we did a great deal of walking; especially Eileen who would do her urban explorations with two small boys in constant motion. But sometimes, in the Park, you needed to just stop and experience the beauty and, indeed, the miracle of that place. Snow was always a magical event there.
I took this photo on one of those walks. Looking back at the photo, I sometimes think that maybe Yoko Ono was standing there experiencing snow in the Park. If it were she, then I missed the chance to say hello. She and Lennon had moved into the City in 1971, but they split up for awhile after that. If Yoko is in my photo, it would have to be 1971. The couple separated in 1973.
Ocean Grove seems less festive in terms of home decorations this holiday season. Even people seem less cheerful as Christmas approaches. Asbury Park seems even less so. Do you think that is true?
Let’s consider home decorations as a marker of change. PLease take the poll, and if you think there is a change, then please comment below as to the reason why that is happening.—Paul @Blogfinger
SHE AND HIM: