We'd like to share a little Paul Newman Humor, as a way of remembering, & as way of Paying Tribute. Saying "Thanks," if you will.
Dear Old Mom & Dad retired to a farmhouse out on Long Island. They lived in a quaint fishing village, near the Hamptons, but not of the Hamptons. Every so often, they'd zip into Bridge or South Hampton for a little antiquing & a little Celeb-Watching.
Daddy had a Sweet Tooth. So did Mom. They frequented this Ice Cream Emporium in Bridgehampton. Mmmmmmmm...delish! Actually, it was a custard place, long before custard became The Thing.
One day, Mom & Dad popped in for a cone. Mom dug in her pocketbook to come up with the cash. The Parentals got their treats, & headed out the door.
But who should be coming into the Ice Cream Parlor, but Paul Newman & his wifey, Joanne Woodward? In the flesh. All handsome & blue eyes & actorish, and all.
Mom practically bumped right in to ol' Pablo. He said, "Excuse me." Ever the Gentleman, he held the door for M & D. Shortly thereafter, Dear Old Mommy noticed something dripping from her pocketbook.
In her Flabbergasted, Paul Newman State of Mind, she'd put her ice cream cone in her pocketbook. And was clutching her wallet like a cone. What a mess. And, what a story!
Adios, Pablo! And, thanks for the memories...