We've lost a good one.
When there was a road race in St. Pete years ago, Paul Newman was racing then. At that time, his racing partner Fitzgerald spun in front of me on the track, skidded sideways for yards and yards. There was no tire wall where Fitzy came to a rest. He lost his buddy that day. I did catch a glimpse of Paul Newman during that event and I would dispute Frank Sinatra as blue eyes. Paul Newman’s eyes were the bluest, most intense eyes I’d ever seen and against his sunburned face from road racing. I see his eyes when I think of Paul Newman.