We first got to know Paul Noah when we lived “across the rock” from his home and folks, Oscar and Marilyn. We had moved from Kimballtown Road on Barters Island to our wonderful home at the top of Sherman Street, up the hill off West Street, between the houses of Dr. Cushman and Alice Larkin. Our house belonged to Verna Coady, mother of Bernard Coady, one of the local Harbor barbers.
Our land abutted a huge outcropping of granite which had been used by the Coast Guard to fly weather flags. Paul wandered over to check out the new folks in the neighborhood.
Now, everyone knows Paul from his tenure at the “dump.” He often operates the “guess your weight” house which prices larger loads of waste. And a fine job he does. But like many of his co-workers, Paul does other jobs too.
Smashing glass, moving discarded electronics, pushing up brush or just plain public relations helping folks unload their vehicles.
Paul is a good helper. He seldom hesitates to offer his assistance. Sorry Paul if this leads to an overabundance of phone calls. But it's true. Paul has always been willing to lend a hand.
We used to see him often, almost daily, when he worked at the local Shop 'n Save. I think during, and just after high school, he worked the check outs there and then out of town. But Paul is a hometown boy. He likes the Harbor, his friends and familiar surroundings.
Halloween used to be his favorite day, may still be. He became part of the original Kevin Kiley grand production featured at our Sherman Street house many Octobers. Paul had a pet casket and I believe borrowed an old scythe of mine. It was Munsterland!
Look for the tall guy at the dump -- he'll help you out.