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The siren call of the Asburian night life.. Paul Goldfinger photo of the AP skyline across Wesley Lake. © 2019.  Click once to enlarge.


By Eileen and Paul Goldfinger, Editors at Blogfinger.net


Scene:  It is a stifling peak-season sunny July Saturday afternoon. The Grove is crowded and there is nary a parking space except for one across from where we are standing.

Eileen and I are gardening on the Delaware Ave. side of our house.  A car pulls into that sole remaining space, and a young man emerges. He looks around and then walks over to us.

He:  Can I park here?

We: Yes, but be sure you are close to the curb.

He:  Checking his tires. “I work at the Brick Wall in Asbury, and someone told me that I can park in Ocean Grove for free.”

We: It’s not only the workers who park here, but your customers as well, and we’re not happy with the idea.

He:  Oh….I’m sorry.

We: No need to apologize.  It is legal for you to park here.

He:  I’ve been paying over $100.00 week to park for work.

We: Wow.  (We felt bad for him….he obviously is a “working stiff.”)

He:  Well, thank you.

We:  It’s OK.   Bye.

He:   Smiles and heads towards the New Jersey Avenue Bridge across Wesley Lake to A. Park.


We:  We agree that A. Park is exploiting their workers by neither providing parking or paying for parking.  $100.00 is a lot for this worker. We should feel compassion for these young people, but this is Asbury’s problem to solve, and it is a reasonable concern for Grovers.

The AP City Council refused a plea from Neptune to help us with this parking situation which is their fault, and now they demand that we open our  bridge-gates.

That is Chutzpah!



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Del Ponte’s Bakery, Bradley Beach. July, 2019. Paul Goldfinger photograph. ©


By Paul Goldfinger, Editor @Blogfinger

Scene:  Morning at the Del Ponte’s Bakery in B. Beach. We wanted some coffee cake to go.   There was a small line when we arrived.  Eileen got on the queue while I stayed back, observing the activity.  In front of me was a young man waiting his turn. He wore a backpack and white rimmed sunglasses.

Instead of eyes front, he kept repetitively turning to the left, looking out the window.  Del Ponte’s is located across from the BB train station. Before I struck up a conversation with the man, a woman walked in and stood behind me.

Me (to him:)  What are you looking for?

He: I’m looking for the train.

Me:  Oh.  I thought you were looking for a certain pastry.

He:   No, it’s just drinks.  (The man was clutching two bottles of ice tea, and he seemed nervous about missing the train.)   I have to meet my brother in New York.  He’s leaving for Indiana, and I want to say good bye.

Me:  Oh. (I’m feeling nervous for him.)

He:  He’s going to Notre Dame for graduate school.

She  (the woman who was in line, but eavesdropping on our conversation):    Why don’t you get going now and I’ll get the drinks.

He: Thanks, but I’ll pay. (At that point he puts money on the counter and then runs out the door, across the street and through the park to the train station–he made it.)

Me:  (to the woman) That was so gracious of you…..(She smiled)


BILLY SWAN  “I Can Help.”


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