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Paul, his wife, and his son all work in his shop which is neat as a pin. Besides being a magician with a motor, he is also a collector of beautiful things. There are always at least three classic Corvettes in the shop being lovingly restored. He rolls his eyes at his expensive hobby, but you can tell how proud he is of them.
He and Mrs Paul are also avid antique fans. They travel to auctions looking for bargains on Mission style furniture (our favorite!) and beautiful American pottery items. Then they turn around and sell them from their booth in a local antique mall. His eyes dance as brightly when he talks about a barrister book case or a piece of Rosewood pottery as they do when the headers thunder on one of those old Stingrays.
Paul smiles. He loves his life and his livelihood. And he is an honorable man. Many times we have gone to pick up a vehicle in the afternoon only to be told, "Oh, there's no charge It was easy. Just bring it back if that doesn't work." It always works.
What made this visit with Paul especially nice was what we didn't talk about. We didn't talk about my Cancer. It just didn't come up. For those short moments in his company, sharing our passion for pretty old things was enough. Sometimes even a narcissist likes to look away from the mirror for a little while.