Paul deLay

Enjoying the late great tonight, a sometimes drinking buddy in the way back when, his ex a girlfriend later, one of the few men I ever met who could leave me in the fog in a boozy run, one of the great Puddle City bands to dance to in the Golden Age, who always saved a slow blues for me when he saw me on the scene, whom in an annual unsuccessful ritual I would nominate for the prestigious Governor's Arts Award, which still should be delivered posthumously.