Karl Goodman, looking like Tony Saproano, with his son in law, Jay Holstein, looking like, Pauly walnuts, and son Ariel Goodman looking like, little Tony! Actually we were in NYC, for my neices' (Esty Goodman Bruck) engagement party! It was a one day trip, but my father rented a hotel room for the day, so he could, "have his own toilet!"

My father, and 4 of my favoriate brothers, all dressed up for Tamir's Bar Mitzvah! From LtoR; Tamir Goodman, Karl Goodman, Adi Goodman, Chen Goodman, Ariel Goodman!

During one of  my fathers regular visits to my house, holding my son, Akiva! Everytime he came over, i would make him a "nice hot drink." After handing him the drink my father would say, "Thanks Bubie." Then he would start singing his favorite Zaydie song, " a tsu tsu tsu, bug in the sugar bowl, two by two!"

My father as a 17 month old baby, November, 1939, in front of his fathers grocery store in Baltimore, MD. Notice the sign in the background; "Goodman's" When we were little kids, my father would bring us to his father's store, every Sunday, and let us pick out any toy we wanted! Then he would tell us stories of how he worked in the store as a kid. I'll never forget how I looked forward to Sunday's with my father.

The James Dean of Park Height Avenue, my father was movie star handsome!

Me and my father out on our regular Thursday night, dinner date.

I wrote this poem for a ad placed in the donor book, for a banquet held in honor of my father, and his unwavering support for Chabad. The gala dinner was attended by nearly 500 people, from politicians, and lawyers, to clients, and clergy. Everyone who  came in contact with my father, fell immediately in love with him. He carried a confidence of personality, not of arrogance, but of genuine welcoming warmth.

Karl H. Goodman Attorney at Law;
Our father, our Zaydie, hero to all,

He walked us to Shul, in good weather or bad;
He was there for us, when we were happy or sad,

His bedtime stories, we loved to hear;
We re-tell to our own children, year after year,

His stories about serving in the Navy, and about the law;
Nine of us, all gathered around, straining to hear it all,

We laughed so hard, crying from delight;
Our father, who made Shabbos, fill with heavenly light,

He took us too many places, both near and far;
We traveled together, packed tightly in the car,

The best Totty, Mentor, Zaydie, and friend,
From all nine of us to him;
With great love and affection, he is our gift from Hashem

My father in his office, at his desk, during a typical work day. The hat and messy desk are part of his signiture look! But he always knew where everything was, and if someone cleaned his desk, he would not be happy.