Complete text -- "A Candle for Paul Miner"

Posted Wednesday 19 May 2004

A Candle for Paul Miner

[The HobNob, today, by Billy Bucher]: If my records are correct, and, heaven forbid, they aren't always, we lost Paul B. Miner ten years ago today.

It was a very great loss.

I think lighting a candle tonight would be in order.

I hope to get some of my favorite Paul B. pictures placed here over the next month. If you have a special Paul B. thought, hit [this link] and add your thoughts.

Paul B. loved plants and gardening as much as he loved reading and writing. Spring always was very special to him. Life and friends were very special to him.

Paul B. was one in a million.

[March 19, 1994, by the Bloggard]: Only a couple of years ago, Adrienne and I had lived in an apartment overlooking the Sausalito bay, where boats glided past on the silken blue water, and gulls wheeled in the sky.

With my nose buried in computers and dreams, I hardly noticed when Paul my best friend from college sent me new literary magazines, and letters. I didn't really stay in touch.

Later, I understand that Paul, dying of brain cancer, lay for days in a bed, and one day asked his mom, "I wonder whatever happened to Richard." (Which was my name way back then.)

I wonder, too.

Posted by bloggard at 17:35:31 [Link] - Category: 5 Looking Back
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Billy Bucher wrote:

Thanks, Arthur, for linking up on this one. The post from 1994 is so poignant that I was wondering if I could add it to the comments which will be eventually be pulled up to the main post?
Thanks again,
Billy Bucher
05/20/04 11:17:00

bloggard wrote:

Sure.
05/20/04 17:44:15

Patty wrote:

I remember Paul...he was very special. One of those Old Denton memories. One particular one I recall involving the 3 of us: You, Paul and I went to Dallas together because you had to see a doctor...Paul and I sat in the waiting room, waiting. One of those strange inner visions suddenly hit me and I mentioned to Paul that behind that door you had gone through I thought might be a room full of thousands of monkeys, typing away at typewriters ( pre-computer days, they were), row after row of monkeys at long tables, madly typing furiously. That was one of my favorites of Paul's characteristics...you could tell him things like that and he understood. Strangely enough, I experienced this vision when I worked at Blue Cross/ Blue Shield...the 14th (really the 13th) floor of the old gold Zales building at Stemmons and Inwood....I had been hired as a data entry operator and when they took me to the floor where I worked, sure enough, there was table after table of women(?!?) at computer terminals, just typing away; the entire floor was just one huge room of this, wall to wall. I've never decided what to make of these visions. I wish Paul were still around and still my friend...perhaps he could add some insight.
The brain tumor thing...remember, he always had that shaky quality about him? A prelude I guess.
Patty Cake
06/19/04 15:07:07
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