Paul Cohen

I met Paul around 2015. We lived around the corner from him. I remember seeing him drive around in the last car he owned before I met him. As the years passed, he told me how he lost his license. I would see him walk to or from Walmart and sometimes he would accept a ride, but not very often. He said he needed the exercise so he kept walking carrying his groceries. He walked his dog at least once a day. We would chat about his businesses, houses he bought, Morocco and his childhood. He...

I first met Paul in about 1966 at his house in Vandenberg Village, he was a good friend of my Parents. As I got older our friendship continued when he opened The Hut in Mission Hills where we lived and continued even after I moved to Los Angeles, and I would see him occasionally when I went home. He was always generous and kind to me, and I'll never forget him.