It is now 1999........

...... and Paul is living with me. In June of 1998 he ran into some tough times and needed to move in. It worked out fine since starting in June of '99, renovation on the outside of my house was being done and he helped. Jeff came down for a surprise visit in July to help tear down the roof. Jeff later reflected he was glad they they were able to have the time together, they worked side by side. I must add at this point that Paul was not a model diabetic patient, in fact far from it. He did just about everything he shouldn't do drank too much and he was a smoker. He wouldn't listen to anyone or allow them to lecture on his health, doctors included.

Paul had been searching for just the right place to move to. He needed a place close to work since he wasn't driving (DUI). He also needed something affordable and without neighbors too close by since he loved to have friends over, throw parties and play his music extremely loud. Yes, Paul was a bit of a Peter Pan, he didn't want to grow up.In the first part of October Paul was ecstatic, he found his perfect place and moved in. I should add that Paul had a passion for music and was a wanna be disc jockey. Paul actually got to DJ several weddings for friends and he was good. He was also looking forward and planning to DJ at the local American Legion for their annual Halloween party.