Paul A. Broman

I have wonderful memories of many times with Paul on Converse Street. Sometimes we were waiting for Kathryn to get home or maybe we were talking about a range of subjects while Kathryn zoomed around the kitchen preparing dinner. Paul was always interesting, gracious and anxious to add to the comfort and well being of his friends. I recall a hot, steamy July 24th in 1970 when, beaming, he brought flowers and a baseball glove for my son who was born the day before to my room at Wesson...