EVAN BARON: The Determined
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Spinella, a receptionist at Elders Futures, was shy. Evan
Baron, a floor trader at the same company, was not. One
Friday night 16 years ago, he asked if she wanted to go
to a Mets game after work. She agreed.
Then she got cold feet. When it was time to leave, Mr.
Baron found a temporary receptionist sitting at her desk.
The young woman told him that Ms. Spinella had gone home
sick. That should have been that. But he called her at
home.
"He didn't believe me," she said. "So he said: `I'm
going to pick you up tomorrow, and we're going to Central
Park. We'll throw a Frisbee and then have a barbecue on
my friend's roof deck.' I said O.K. He was from New
Jersey. I didn't think he would find my house in Midwood,
Brooklyn. But he did, and we've been together ever
since."
She became Mrs. Baron eight years ago. They had two
children, Ethan, 6, and Julia, 2. Four years ago, Mr.
Baron, 39, started working at Carr Futures, where he was
a senior vice president and an energy specialist. He
loved working as an oil trader, leaving college to take
up the job full time.
"He was determined," Mrs. Baron said. "He worked his
way up until he was in an office instead of the floor of
the stock exchange."
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