Family lore has it that during a conversation between Debbie and a good friend known for bluntness, when talk turned to my given name, this friend immediately blurted out the question, "Is he Black or Jewish?"
Evidently, Marvin goes against type for a Chinese American boy.
My given name came about because this person, Marvin Josephson, took it upon himself to sponsor my dad for permanent residency after getting to know dad as the hard working elevator operator at his co-op who was working his way through graduate studies at St John’s. Without this grand mitzvah, I would have grown up in Taiwan.
And, he was a Cornellian. Rest In Peace, Marvin.
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