One thing I can say about Paul was, he didn't really care for the word "No" unless he was saying it.  He had a persuasive way about him that could either feel charming, inspiring, or like a ram knocked you in the back of your knees, depending on what the subject matter was.  Because of this way, he charmed many, many business owners into letting is extremely underage daughter drink her Tab, sit in their clubs, and watch him play smack dab in the middle of prime time.

    One such evening we had taken a ride on his motor cycle, to his gig, in upper state Minnesota.  That evening I wondered around this very romantic atmosphere, that was surrounded in tall windows, candles lit on dark linen tables, and a bar that was stained in a warm gloss, like a rich amber, as Paul played his sets.

    When his sets were done the restaurant/bar clicked over to pre-recorded music that was slow and soulful.  After my father put away his items, he came over to me.  " Come and dance with your father."  At 9 years old I felt a little awkward going onto a public, adult dance floor but I realized it was useless to say no.  He had that persuasive way on him, and using a sweet tone that was hard to resist.  Taking my hand  Paul led me out onto the dancefloor, we slow-danced, song after song.  At one point the owner came over and said to Paul, "Hey Paul, you have quite a partner there."  And all he said back to him without stopping his dance movements was,

            "She's a good dancer."        ~Michelle Lagos