Tuesday, July 10, 2018
Paul Stewart was a gentle soul. As a young child, I often accompanied my grandfather, Bobby Caldwell, to the golf course on weekday mornings, mostly in the hopes of earning a candy bar at the end of the round. On one such day, "Mr. Paul" was in our foursome. I'll never forget that he handed me his driver on the 7th tee and insisted that I hit a shot for him. I was surprised at the gesture as I was too young to play with the group, and even more surprised to hit the ball down the fairway! This memory was probably a small one for him (if he even remembered it at all), but it loomed large for me. That an adult, and a good player at that, would take an interest in a tag along kid is evidence of the kindness and generosity he exuded, but also a quiet confidence for which I will always remember him. "Mr. Paul" will be missed.
