About 8 years ago I was bartending on the upper east side of manhattan and we had this "charity" event. Paul was the guest of honor with his daughter Mira in tow. Paul was knockin' back whiskey like he was Father O'Reilly himself! Mira fell asleep at the table and Paulie gets up and starts singing "Danny Boy". Let's just say the Irish Owner cut him off afterward. He was a really stand up guy though and I was glad to have met him.
Like the heart of a lion (Corleone) the warrior dies alone.
