Paul was the first baby born in 1945 Boston. He saved the press clippings. His mother won prizes, a bag of oranges, diaper services and a permanent wave. Paul sang in the boys’ choir at the local parish; he performed a solo of “Oh, Holy Night” at Harvard Square one Christmas before his voice changed. Then it changed and so did Paul. It was 1965 he grew a full beard and a head of curly hair that reached his shoulders. His passport photo? Think Charles Manson. Paul moved to San Francisco; his landlord was David Crosby’s mother. With a friend, he owned and operated The Brown Bag on Sacramento Street, the part that ran through The Fillmore. Yes, that Fillmore. After roasting off thousands of pounds of roast beef, turning them into sandwiches to feed the medical staff at the nearby hospital, he believed it was time for a change. He put himself through school by growing, harvesting and selling what is understood to have been simply the best weed to be had in Eureka Valley aka The Castro. He shaved his beard off and cut his hair and became a real estate agent. Paul had a successful career in San Francisco, Bainbridge Island, Palm Springs and Los Lunas, New Mexico. During The Eighties, well, you know, AIDS in San Francisco, Paul organized his office to deliver meals to the guys sick and at home. That was a time when people were afraid to enter houses where people with AIDS lived. On Bainbridge, Paul sat on the board of The Kitsap County AIDS Foundation. Paul was deeply committed to his membership at Saint Barnabas Episcopal Church. A happy moment was the time when the parish undertook addressing deferred maintenance. He smiled when the new roof entered the picture. Paul died on the first day of Advent at his house, in his bed under the comforter with his Whippet Axel squished up against him. Jerry, Paul’s husband (of thirty-five-freaking-years) squished up against them. Paul is survived by brothers Donald, Bob and sister Mary. Paul planned his funeral in bits and pieces over the past three months. It’s going to be beautiful, in any event. The funeral is scheduled for Saturday December 14, 2024, at ten in the morning, Saint Barnabas Church, Bainbridge Island. Paul was an adorable, generous, loyal and loving man, a control freak until the end. Don’t ask, except, he proclaimed a dress code for the service. That is, mourners must wear black, no flannel or fleece. He. Was. Serious. From his heart which brimmed with quiet love.