I turn 37 later this year, but I’ve certainly felt my mortality with all the losses this year (Tim, George, Bernie), of which Paul Newman is the latest. GQ considered him one of the top 50 gentlemen of the 20th century, and for good reason. I’ve got a page from that issue of GQ on my wall, with nine of those top gents, and Paul is there next to Pacino and above Jack. His Newman’s Own line was a fantastic example of a celebrity committing a significant and lasting act of charity . . . in the private sector. I grew up watching Butch & Sundance. This year I’ve finally embraced the journalist/entertainer in my soul. So I feel like I’ve lost not just a portion of my childhood, but a mentor and hero in Paul Newman. Others spoke, even screamed. He simply and elegantly acted. The results were his quiet eloquence.