Paul Newman is dead.
Hill and i did the long drive around yesterday, and pulled into the Lewis’ place around 7:45. We’d been driving right into the hurricane for the last couple hours of the trip, and by the time we arrived it was dark and VERY windy. We stayed the night at the Lewis’ and the wind was so strong that the house, and bed, were moving all night. Amazing. Woke up in the morning, and everything was still intact. No roofs blown off, no capsized boats. Basically a pretty still morning. We had coffee and loaded up the boat. We’re on the island now, with a fire in the stove, and good coffee in mugs.
I got my computer running and acquainted with dial-up (oh god). There was an email from Bucky that Paul had died (of cancer). He is a hero for me. It’s very sad. An amazing actor who always played imperfect characters (REAL heros), and a very admirable man. I met him once. He was tiny and old, still with crystal blue eyes. Even though he had stopped acting, I’ll miss just knowing that he’s in the world. Rest peacefully, Paul.