It was the winter of ’83.

A gin game broke out AFTER a Sunday night wedding. Brokering a deal with the wife, the game was permitted at our house so long as I’d be responsible for newborn Stacy. No problem: Neither a 6 AM bottle of Similac nor rhythmic crying would hold us back. The game was on! I remember it like it was yesterday. Jacobson, Adelstein, Rosenthal, Holsman…who ever was sitting out held the crying baby.


She still requires holding from time to time, (but not by me).

Enter Jason, native of Chicago, a polite young man, but most importantly, truly a Gutte neshumah . A good soul.

They met in the Windy City, fell in love there, and apparently, will live their lives there. Together.

G/d blessed their union yesterday—the merger of a beautiful bride and a handsome groom. And we all cried tears of joy.

They’ll be honeymooning in Hawaii, then returning to their home, just a nine iron shot from Wrigley Field.

Someone told me once that children need but two things: unconditional love and wings.

Our baby has both.

“Just let your love surround her
Paint a rainbow all around her
Don’t let her see a cloudy sky…”


          Gerry Goffin/Carole King

2 Responses to “TAKE GOOD CARE OF MY BABY”

  1. Jackie says:

    A beautiful bride and a beautiful wedding weekend!

  2. Stacy says:

    Thank you for being the most wonderful father that I know. This was a dream weekend, exceeding my wildest hopes. Thank you for making it this way.

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