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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.


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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 fleeing 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.


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Jersey Transit ticket machine on the platform in Long Branch.  Waiting for the train to Asbury Park.  Blogfinger photol

Jersey Transit ticket machine on the platform in Long Branch. Waiting for the train to Asbury Park. December  2, 2014.  Blogfinger photo


Scene: The train station in Long Branch, on the platform, waiting for a train to Asbury Park. A young  woman stands rocking the infant in her arms. She speaks to me.

She:   “How much will the train cost for for my baby?”

Me: “I’m not sure.” I’m thinking, “Would they really charge for the baby.?”

Me: (Noticing the ticket machine which was opposite where I was standing. It has a very user-friendly settup)   “I can check for you.” (There is pricing for a child, but no age limit given, so the infant needs a seat even if he doesn’t need one)

Me: “It’s only one dollar.”

She: “We’re going to Linden.”

Me: (oops, I thought we all were going to Asbury Park). I touch the screen again.

Me: “It’s four dollars”  (I’m looking at her thinking, “Should I offer to pay?” But then I thought , “She might be offended if I made that offer.”   The thoughts register in a few seconds.)

She  (smiling:) “Oh, that’s fine.”

Child: He/she has nothing to say; very well behaved infant.

Me: (Thinking: “I sure hope the conductor doesn’t charge her. He really shouldn’t…”)

Addendum: The next day, I looked it up on the NJ Transit web site.  Children four and under ride free. Children five to eleven save 50%.  They also have special reduced and free fares for families on weekends and holidays.  Maybe I misread the red machine, but anyhow, Mom will have had a nice surprise for her trip to Linden.

THE RONETTES:   Album:  A Christmas Gift For You From Phil Spector





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Jerry Seinfeld and Larry David. comediansincarsgettingcofee.com

Jerry Seinfeld and Larry David. comediansincarsgettingcoffee.com


July 5 parade.  2014.  Paul Goldfinger photo ©

July 5 parade. 2014. Eileen on the hood.   Paul Goldfinger photo ©


Scene:    Driving with Eileen on Asbury Avenue towards the circle. Our destination was Wegmans for coffee.

We don’t usually go this way, so Eileen is looking around at the scenery. There are many used-car lots and car repair shops. I see a sign that warns the public that Asbury Park is concerned about “quality of life” and has a “zero tolerance policy towards excessive noise.”

Paul: “Do you think that includes loud gunshots?”

Eileen: “Looking around, it seems like this would be a good place to buy body parts.”

Me: (There is a brief pause before what she said actually sunk in.) “Did you say……body parts?”

She: “Uh—- yes, I guess I did.”

Me: “You mean auto parts—right?”

She: “Yes…. watch out!  I hate this circle.”



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Scene:  Courtroom.  Union County Superior Court.  Presiding the Hon. Ross R Anzaldi


Scenario:  The judge had settled a divorce some time in the past, however the husband and wife appeared again this time because of a disagreement over a provision in the divorce agreement.


The judge heard the case and then went to his chambers to make a ruling. When he emerged he turned to the courtroom and said:


“It seems we stood and talked like this before.  We looked at each other in the same way then.  But I can’t remember where or when.”


Smiles around the courtroom.  In case you don’t know, these are lyrics from the Rodgers and Hart 1937 hit  “Where or When.”    And it is a true story.  It is also true that Judge Anzaldi has a lyric for just about anything.


DION AND THE BELMONTS .  c. 1960.   From their “Best of…” album.




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