PAUL NEWMAN R.I.P.

I'd like to think Paul Newman is somewhere in heaven singing an old favorite of mine, Plastic Jesus.

Paul once said, "You can't be as old as I am without waking up with a surprised look on your face every morning: 'Holy Christ, whaddya know - I'm still around!' It's absolutely amazing that I survived all the booze and smoking and the cars and the career."

They don't make 'em like Paul anymore, do they?

Sing it, Paul, sing it!