In Memory

Paul Katz (1967 Or 68?)

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06/19/10 02:25 PM #1    

Donna Bayar (Repsher) (1969)

Shortly after my mother died, when I was 15, Paul showed up on my doorstep, although we really didn't know each other to speak to--his younger brother Perry was my classmate. He handed me a copy of Ray Bradbury's, "Fahrenheit 451" and told me that I needed to read it--and so I did, even though, at first, I didn't know why. If you've never read it, at it's essence is the concept that nothing (and no one) is ever really gone as long as you remember it/them. Forty-three years later, I still consider what Paul did for me that day as one of the kindest things anyone has ever done for me. He was quite special. 

07/07/14 11:56 AM #2    

Linda Abse (1970)

I lived across the street from Paul and Perry Katz. Paul was smart and very interesting. We hung out a lot.      He made up an elaborate story when we were kids. We'd walk around Holy Cross Cemetary he'd tell me very seriously that men were posted up in the trees with poison dart guns to protect the spirits in the cemetary and keep the living out at night.   His stories made the visits more fun and eerie. He was the Stephen King of our street.  I ran into Perry out here in Studio City turns out we live close to each other again.  He told me of Paul's passing. I was shocked and sad to hear about it. So young. Paul and I went steady for about ten minutes. It was fun just to say we were back then. RIP my dear old friend. 

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