My friend gave me her telephone number. He was going into the service, so he couldn't ask her out, but he told me to give her a call. At the time it was common for someone to give a person’s number to their friend. Then you would just call up and say, “So and so gave me your number” and you would go out on a blind date. In those days blind dates were common – nowadays it’s all done through the computer. I guess you could say it was online dating before there was on online.
Anyways, I put her number in my little book of names, but I didn’t call her because I was busy with another young woman at the time. The other gal went away for the summer so I started looking through my book of names. I started with ‘A’ but ‘A’ was a little too crazy so I went to ‘B.’ (My wife's maiden name began with a B.)
I called her up and we went out for dinner and drinks in Sheepshead Bay. Initially the attraction was physical but it was amplified as we came to know another through a lengthy conversation. Ten days later we were engaged and we’ve been married for almost 50 years!
Goose Chronicles Outtakes:
“What is the secret to a long and happy marriage?”
“More than one bathroom.”
“What did you do for a living?”
“I was a psychiatrist.”
“I was an artist. Remember when you were a kid and you put a piece of paper on a penny and rubbed a pencil over it to make a graphite impression? I did the same thing but with big things – tombs, walls, elevator doors, whatever. I had over 50 one-person shows and a half page story in the New York Times. They called me ‘the rubbing baroness of New York.’
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