Paul, getting driving lessons from Heather, circa 2003-4? In 2007, for his 60th birthday, he used the photo for an invitation card to his birthday party. The caption, in the form of a thought bubble above Heather's head, was something like, "Slow down, Paul! You're approaching 60!" 15 years late

During the four years that I taught at GWU, I got to know Paul because we both had an interest in aging and death/bereavement. I remember that he started a game (at least I think it was him) whereby a realistic looking plastic cerebral cortex was passed around people's offices. The trick was to drop

Paul was a good friend of mine and he was a good friend to many as well! Conversations with him, whether stoned or not, could last for hours! They were always interesting and encompassed a multitude of subjects with nothing off limits! For me, what I will miss the most about Paul are those conversa

I have such happy memories of Paul and I want to remember the good times so I will plan to celebrate his life every year on his birthday from now on. He gave so much to so many and I am just so grateful to be one of his multitude of friends and followers. He was one of a kind and I was blessed to

I first met Paul in the mid 70's while working at a Womens' health clinic in DC. He worked in the recovery room, his words were always a comfort, very sensitive, with a touch of humor as needed/appropriate. He enjoyed being around women and was a huge support, he was doing good. In those days his

Paul couldn't sleep if there were Oreos in the house. He could shove a startling number into his mouth. I liked having one or two at bedtime with a cup of tea. Fat chance. I tried hiding them, to no avail. He could sniff Oreos out wrapped in foil and stashed behind the dishes. I finally had a flash:

Over the years, Paul asked me to make him compilations of music. Actual shiny CDs of music: this was before the days of Spotify playlists (although I imagine had music streaming services been around then, he would still have wanted CDs). He wanted the first compilation to be named Hooch Highs '69.

I miss Paul. Can’t believe he is no more. Like the many many friends here, I was attracted to Paul by pure love. Love that is, dare I say, platonic. But for sure, manifest in the thousands of hours spent in fortunate company with him. Just him and me. By the fireplace. In his Monroe street home. The