Goldfinger
Like most teenagers during the 60’s – I didn’t always appreciate the words of wisdom my parents shared with me.
I remember there were some times when dad would share his insights with me. It generally started out with,
“Dad, is it OK if I…”
Dad would respond, “No.”
I would try to persuade with, “But all my friend’s…”
To which Dad would proceed to share his views about life, responsibility, parenting and the virtue of not following the crowd but being an individual.
It usually ended with me spending some quality time in my bedroom, alone with my record player.
Most of the time when Dad and I shared these bonding moments, I would put on my soundtrack album from the James Bond movie, Goldfinger, played at full volume.
Looking back, Dad was usually correct and I can imagine his smile when he heard the song, but I still like to play Goldfinger at full volume – and now I can smile.
I remember there were some times when dad would share his insights with me. It generally started out with,
“Dad, is it OK if I…”
Dad would respond, “No.”
I would try to persuade with, “But all my friend’s…”
To which Dad would proceed to share his views about life, responsibility, parenting and the virtue of not following the crowd but being an individual.
It usually ended with me spending some quality time in my bedroom, alone with my record player.
Most of the time when Dad and I shared these bonding moments, I would put on my soundtrack album from the James Bond movie, Goldfinger, played at full volume.
Looking back, Dad was usually correct and I can imagine his smile when he heard the song, but I still like to play Goldfinger at full volume – and now I can smile.