Linda, Paula, and Sandy,
Just found the news this morning and wanted to share some warm memories. Paul, and company recently visited with my mother, Inice, of which she still speaks fondly. I missed that visit, but do recall a wonderful evening some thirty years ago, spent with my Dad (Jimmy Tarrant), Mom, Paul, Marian, and myself. Paul and Marian stopped in Oak Ridge during one of their many treks. Barbeque was the entree that night. Upon discovering this restaurant hadn't any buttermilk, the choice was obvious...martinis. The discussion shifted from the lack of buttermilk-to chemistry. I was obviousy silent during this portion of dinner. I exchanged a few emails with Paul in recent years, but unfortunately failed to hold on to that connection. What a wonderful, enduring, and rewarding life. Please know my...our...the Tarrant's thoughts are with each of you.