Paul Rochester

RIP. Have all of your cards been a Jets fan all of my life. A fan for life Green4Life [email protected]

Hello, my name is Jeff Olive. I live in Mt. Marion, New York. I met "Rocky" when he opened a "Mr. Bagels" store with Stu and Hal in the Kings Mall in the Town of Ulster (Kingston, New York) in the summer of 1975. I remember him because Hal and Stu were looking for a grand opening hoping that Rocky could get Joe Namath to show up as Rocky was on the 1969 New York Jets Super Bowl Team. I was attending a local community college at the time and was looking for a summer job, I was 21. I had...

I will always remember The memories he shared with me of his football career

I used to work at a coffee shop that Rocky would come into almost everyday. I still remember. A venti nonfat-no foam latte (decaf because his wife got onto him about his caffeine intake lol). So simple, but it was an honor to make it for him. His smile and kind demeanor made it worth every nasty and rude customer who came through the door. During this time I was going through a massive depression and struggling to make ends meet financially, but Rocky took my focus off that everytime he came...

Rocky used to bring his van through my car wash (Beaches in Jax Beach) in the 90s. He was a great guy who loved to tell me stories about Joe Namath and Mickey Mantle and other sports luminaries from NY in the 60s. One time Rocky brought Don Maynard by the car wash so I could get Don’s autograph. Another time he spoke with one of the Jags staff and scored me tickets to the Jags/Chiefs game.

After I left the car wash and moved on to my professional career I never saw Rocky again. ...

Paul was a genuine human being who taught me a lot about maturing into a man when I was in my early twenties. He was partners with my brother in the mid seventies in a group of bagel stores in upstate N.Y. where I was employed. I always think about him and am sorry that I did not stay in touch. Condolences to his family.

Paul was a genuine human being who taught me a lot about maturing into a man when I was in my early twenties. He was partners with my brother in the mid seventies in a group of bagel stores in upstate N.Y. where I was employed. I always think about him and am sorry that I did not stay in touch. Condolences to his family.

My years of knowing Rocky were few, but enjoyed his stories and history in the AFL/NFL. I loved taking him to Jags football games and he was always cheerful and kind to those that recognized him. He was a great neighbor and privileged to have been able to call him a friend and neighbor. God Bless