Sure he had a failed first marriage. But so did I and what makes me love about Paul Newman was that he was married to Joanne Woodward for 50 year. Fifty. Five-oh. That’s uncommon enough in normal life, much less in celebrity circles. I don’t even hold that steak comment against him. A lotta lot ‘o year ago, he did an interview with Playboy and when asked if he ever cheated on his wife, he said, “Why would I go out for hamburger when I have steak at home?” Feminists slammed him for refering to his wife as meat while missing the big picture. He adored her and valued her.
He also founded Newman’s Own which aside from bringing us some darn fine food on the store shelves also supported charity interests and that means a lot.
He also raced cars, and even though he didn’t do it in my beloved NASCAR class of racing he’s still aces in my book. I woulda left Sir Pink for a couple nights if Paul had beckoned, even at 83 years old. I’m sorry Joanne, but I won’t lie.
Sexy. Smart. Devoted. Talented. Politically involved. And that’s just a few. I don’t know what he did religiously (having one each of a Jewish and Catholic parent), but spiritually he walked the walk, and it showed in his demeanor, his actions and his legacy.
Miss ya, Paul…