Paul and I grew up in the same neighborhood.  He helped me develop my meager motorcycle riding talent.  I crashed my 350 Kawasaki into a large oak tree, right next to his house.  The home-owner painted the large wound on the tree, white.  Paul never failed to tease me about that.
   Paul certainly had a “can do” attitude.  I have not seen him since 1976, and I regret that.  On the day of his funeral, i was on a cross-country motorcycle ride.  I imagine he'd consider that profound.