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BANKER JP GOLDBERG

A precise lead baritone with a commanding presence, in quartet passages, Goldberg carries the melody, serving as the lead voice. JP is rarely seen without his pocket watch close at hand—a habit born of both temperament and profession. He wears a smart green three‑piece suit trimmed in black, accented with gold jewelry that catches the light just enough to announce success without ostentation. His speech bursts forth in a loud, rapid‑fire, theatrical Southern drawl reminiscent of a Virginia “good‑ol’‑boy,” peppered with phrases like “I say, I say…” and “Look here, boy…” delivered with confident flourish and unmistakable charm—think of cartoon character Foghorn Leghorn.

JP is intelligent, capable, and genuinely knowledgeable about banking, keeping a careful eye on the financial health of Good Measures and Eutopia County as a whole. He understands numbers as fluently as he does people and takes his responsibilities seriously—perhaps even more seriously than the town expects. Though proudly self‑assured, he is unfailingly polite to the ladies and proud to count both Mayor W. C. Goodmeter and Sheriff J. Bell among his friends.

Quietly and steadily, JP has been in love with Widow Chrissy Carroll for years, patiently waiting for her to emerge from prolonged mourning. He never presses, never rushes, content instead to linger nearby, hopeful, attentive, and unwavering. While his booming voice and assertive manner suggest confidence in all things, matters of the heart find him surprisingly gentle and resolute rather than bold.

Dependable, dignified, and warmly theatrical, Banker Goldberg provides the steady melody in the town’s male harmony—practical enough to ground it, sentimental enough to hope, and just flashy enough to enjoy being heard.

A final note: true to his name, Goldberg can take one solid theme—money—and produce endless tasteful B-A-C-B♮  variations on it (at least 11), usually right on the tick of his pocket watch.