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Footsteps, sunshine, and an ocean like a lake. Ocean Grove. April 20, 2018. Paul Goldfinger ©. Blogfinger.net

 

Scene:  New York City–We were living in New York in 1968  when Eileen, age 24, delivered our first son, Stephen, at Mt. Sinai Hospital, where I was a doctor in training.

Before she was discharged, she was given some detailed instructions including how to bathe the infant. When we took her and baby-makes-three home, she bathed him in our tiny kitchen sink and she was quite nervous about it:

Me:  Getting paged at the hospital.  Eileen was on the phone; she was in tears.

Me: What’s wrong?

Eileen, sobbing:  I was giving Stephen a bath and I washed the left side first.

Me.   It’s OK; you can start with the left side and do the right side last.

 

Scene:   Wegmans today. I got on an elevator which was already occupied with a mom and her two young daughters;  the oldest was about four and she was very cute in a sparkly dress with a colorful headband.  I said to her, “Your dress is pretty. What’s your name?”

Little girl:  no answer–too shy

Mom:  Her name is Noa.

Me:  Wow, what a coincidence; my new grandson was born only 4 days ago and his name is Noah.

Mom: No, it’s not a coincidence, Noa is not the same as Noah.

Me: Really?

Mom: Noa is a woman’s name taken from the Old Testament.  The Bible story is that of biblical heroic Noa , one of 5 sisters, during the Exodus, obtaining the right to inherit property in the absence of a male in the family.

So it’s no wonder Mom got a bit testy–her daughter’s name is not about an old guy with an ark; it’s about women’s rights.  Truly a contemporary theme among many found in the Torah  (the Hebrew Bible.)

Mom: We’re from Israel

Me: Oh–thank you for explaining all that.

We had, by then, stepped off the elevator at the 2nd floor cafe, where Mom and her two daughters joined Dad and their young son for breakfast.  They were eating a giant pizza.

DUKE ELLINGTON  “There Shall Be No Night”   From the soundtrack of Ken Burns’ film The War.

 

 

 

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True Conversations.  By Paul Goldfinger, Editor @Blogfinger   (Former sports editor of the R-Hi newspaper)

Scene:  Fairlawn High School soccer field—- too many years ago to count.  It’s half time, and the Rutherford High School varsity is playing Fairlawn.  I’m wearing my sweaty navy blue and white RHS uniform, hanging around waiting for the game to resume.

Somebody:   There’s a Fairlawn cheerleader who’s name is Goldfinger.

Me: You’re kidding, right?

Somebody:  No.  She’s a good looker, too.

I grab a buddy, and we walk around the field to the opposite side.  A group of FHS cheerleaders  wearing red and white are standing in a clump talking and giggling. I’ve always had a curiosity about cheerleaders, especially how they do those splits, but I cautiously approached the group and asked, “Do you have a cheerleader named Goldfinger?”

Mildly hostile FHS cheerleader:   “Yes, she is the dark haired one over there.”  She looks promising.

Me to my friend,  “I’ll be right back.”

So I walk up to her.  She is in fact quite appealing in her uniform.

Me:  Hello,  my name is Goldfinger.  Is your name really Goldfinger?

She: Yes.  She doesn’t  seem to be in the mood  to exchange pleasantries with moi.  (I was taking French that year.)

Me:   You know, if we got married, you wouldn’t have to change your name.    (This was an all-time great opening line–or, at least I thought so.)

She: Rolling her eyes, turns and walks away.  Maybe she has no sense of humor, in which case I would not ask her to marry me anyhow.

Me:  I shrug and walk back to our side as the whistle blows.

To be honest, I can’t recall who won the game, but it’s a good thing it wasn’t baseball, because I did strike  out that day.

JIMMY BUFFETT:

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