Paul J. Schatt

I met Paul as a part of Valley Leadership Class VI. He loved to tease me about working in Mesa...and yet he never hesitated to make the "long" drive to the East Valley so that we could enjoy lunch and laughing.
I will miss him.

I first met Paul when I was five years old. He was my first friend when my family moved into a house just down the alley from Paul's house on Marshall Avenue in Phoenix. I remember playing tether ball in Paul's backyard and watching cartoons at his house on one of the first TVs in the neighborhood. Paul and I were classmates at various times through elementary and high school, and I was also a teammate of Paul's on a pony league baseball team. I will mostly remember Paul's cheerful presence...

Paul was a friend since high school. He was warm, caring, incredibly intelligent, and had a ridiculously mischievous and keen sense of humor. I will remember him best with that twinkle in his eye and that smile on his lips that he got just before he made some wise crack and went off into a peal of laughter.