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AIK68J
09-27-2008, 03:33 PM
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God Speed Coach Dunlop

Pat Kelly
09-27-2008, 04:06 PM
Say watchya like but he made me like like salads:thumbup:

They don't make stars like this any more.

RIP :bigangel:

27 sailfish
09-27-2008, 05:56 PM
Even though I've seen " Cool Hand Luke " too many times- I still watch it :yes:. Seeing 83 is a good ride in my book :thumbup:. RIP - you egg eating fool.

smellslikefish
09-27-2008, 06:33 PM
I'ts a sad day....almost all the good ones are gone. John Wayne.....Newman.....and inevidibly....."Dirty Harry". Although, I could only hope to make it too 83.......Not in my family history:rolleyes:

Grady23
09-27-2008, 08:55 PM
WOW -- What a person. Turned out to be a HIGHLY respected race driver. Donated all of the proceeds of his dogfood and salad dressing to chairity. He made me LMAO when he ate his dogfood on Jay Leno one night. RIP Paul -- You had a dream life. Thanks for all you've done for society as a whole.

AIK68J
09-27-2008, 11:12 PM
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lightman
09-28-2008, 05:18 AM
Goodbye paul, Say hello to the fat man.

Jas
09-28-2008, 07:57 AM
Fare thee well Cool hand, Butch, Fast Eddie… a brilliant actor, humanitarian who never became full of himself. Every guy wanted to be him, every woman wanted to be with him. They broke the mold with him.

I’ve cut & pasted the beginning of this story from MSN where you can find the rest of it if interested.

“The Hole in the Wall Gang Camp opened in Connecticut in 1988 to provide a summer camping experience—fishing, tie-dye, ghost stories, s'mores—for seriously ill children. By 1989, when I started working there as a counselor, virtually everyone on staff would tell some version of the same story: Paul Newman, who had founded the camp when it became clear his little salad-dressing lark was accidentally going to earn him millions, stops by for one of his not-infrequent visits. He plops down at a table in the dining hall next to some kid with leukemia, or HIV, or sickle cell anemia, and starts to eat lunch. One version of the story has the kid look from the picture of Newman on the Newman's Own lemonade carton to Newman himself, then back to the carton and back to Newman again before asking, "Are you lost?" Another version: The kid looks steadily at him and demands, "Are you really Paul Human?"
Newman loved those stories. He loved to talk about the little kids who had no clue who he was, this friendly old guy who kept showing up at camp to take them fishing…”