Time doesn't go by without remembering all the fun times We spent together If it was skiing, drinking "Hotel California Tequila" fishing at Big Bay or just flying our Float planes to Big Bay.  I miss you Jamie Happy Birthday  I know your enjoying every minute.  Love you Pal    Everett

I remember roof riding through the tunel with Sally Perrin on my roof on your Birthday headed to Madison Park. Those were days we will never forget. Miss you Pal   Everett Johnson

I see the countless Christmas trees around the world below,
With tiny lights like Heaven’s stars reflecting on the snow.
The sight is so spectacular – please wipe away the tears,
For I am spending Christmas with Jesus Christ this year.

I hear the many Christmas songs that people hold so dear,
But the sound of music can’t compare with the Christmas choir up here.
I have no words to tell you, the joys their voices bring,
For it’s beyond description to hear the angels sing!

I know how much you miss me, I see the pain inside your heart,
But I am not so far away, we really aren’t apart.
So be happy for me dear ones, you know I hold you dear,
And be glad I’m spending Christmas with Jesus Christ this year.

I sent you each a special gift from my heavenly home above,
I sent you each a memory of my undying love. 
After all, love is a gift more precious than pure gold,
It was always most important in the stories Jesus told.

Please love and keep each other as my Father said to do,
For I can’t count the blessings of love he has for each of you.
So have a Merry Christmas and wipe away that tear,
Remember I am spending Christmas with Jesus Christ this year.


I love you now and forever !  Sallie xxoo   

Dear Jamie…Here it is, 23 years to the day of our meeting.  Who knew? Who could have predicted?  We loved through thick and thin.  I am so grateful for our time together.  So many times we shared how easy it would be to divorce if we were married, but how committed it is to stay together when we could “just walk away”. Remember..”We don’t know something”   I miss you everyday…   We talked about the unknown and the following Bible passage sums so much.   1 Corinthians 13:12 MSG “We don't yet see things clearly. We're squinting in a fog, peering through a mist. But it won't be long before the weather clears and the sun shines bright! We'll see it all then, see it all as clearly as God sees us, knowing him directly just as he knows us!” Dearest Jamie  - I know you are watching over me…I love your messages…keep them coming!   XXOO

My first contact with the greatest guy in the world, Jamie Paul, was the summer of 1984. I had just started in the diesel injection business in Alberta Canada. I somehow acquired a directory for the Association of Diesel Specialists with the listings of US companies. I first contacted the parts distribution company closest to me in Billings Montana but they were not very friendly or helpful. The next closest company was in Seattle.

Before I speak of that first phone call I need to say a few words about our industry. At that time it was one of those “old boy club” type industries. To get the training, technical information, specifications and the ability to buy the parts at any kind of discount, one’s company had to be “Authorized” To be authorized you had to have factory approved technical training. So here I was, an Alberta farm boy, trained as a diesel mechanic, full of piss and vinegar and, thankfully, too dumb to know what a difficult of situation I was in. Trying to get into this club without having paid my “dues” Can’t get authorized without the training, can’t get the training without being authorized. Like a broken record for those who can remember records.

I recall that conversation from 28 years ago like it was yesterday with Jamie, whom I had never met,

He answered the phone. “Power Distributing this is Jamie” I introduced myself as Cam from Alberta, Canada. I spent the first 2 minutes of the call telling Jamie of my plight. Then he spoke “Cam” Jamie said “I can help you with your problem”

Within minutes Jamie was speaking to me like we had known each other for years. Those who know him well know what I am talking about. He was such a good listener, when you spoke to Jamie he gave you his attention listening intently to everything you had to say.

I soon discovered that Jamie was incredibly knowledgeable about our business, especially the technical matters of the business. Over the next year I spoke to Jamie at least on a weekly basis. I know some of those calls were as long as ½ hour. Here is a guy from Canada, who Jamie had never met, helping me like I was his best customer. Jamie was a unique individual that made whomever he was in conversation with feel like that person was the most important person in his life, for the entire time the conversation lasted and sometimes the conversation lasted for days!!!

The technical information was one thing, but Jamie really helped me with the business side of things as well. Like many small start up businesses I had no money, undercapitalized and too dumb to know it. Sometimes I would get behind paying Power Distributing for product that I had bought because I was not getting paid from my customers, stuck in that vicious receivable circle.

One day when speaking to Jamie he told me this. “Cam you have to stay on top of your receivables and I am going to give you a little advice. This advice is about the attitude you need to have when dealing with collections. You have to ask yourself 3 things before you go and collect in our industry: Did you provide the services you billed for? Did you do a quality job? Did you charge the customer a fair and reasonable price on the job you did? If you can look yourself in the mirror and answer yes to these questions, it is your money not the customers. Don’t feel bad for collecting what belongs to you”

This piece of advice was one of the best anyone ever gave me. After 27 years and millions upon millions in sales my little company has written off less than $25,000.

In 1999 I got divorced. At the time I was doing some volunteer technical training for the diesel association we belonged to. Jamie’s company set up a 3 day training course at the South Seattle Community College for a number of their customers.

After the training was over Jamie suggested I spend a few days with him convalescing from the emotional toll of my divorce. Well most of you know Jamie’s idea of convalescing. “Cam, are you done with your relationship” “yes Jamie its done” “well let’s celebrate” 4 days of celebrating my freedom with Jamie!!!!! The golf club, sight seeing, flying and fishing in the day and one or two……….cocktails in the evening WOW!!!!!!! Did we celebrate……I think!!!

Jamie & Tim were legendary in our industry for hosting great “hospitality suites” at our annual conventions. They would get a great big suite and fill it full of libations. Those in attendance usually missed the next morning meetings.

One of these PAUL parties was quite memorable for me. This was the summer of 2000 and I had a new date, Carla. One of our first trips together as a couple was to see Jamie & Sallie in the spring of 2000. They both approved, with Carla & Sallie becoming fast friends.

The Paul suite was on the 3rd floor of one of the hotel wings at the contemporary resort inside Disney World that summer. This top floor suite had a huge balcony that overlooked the pool. On each of the two floors directly below the Paul suite were some of our industry manufacturers who will remain nameless for this story. These manufacturers hosted hospitality parties for a few hours each night.

At the time I was the vice president of the association. I had to be at meetings all day everyday for 4 days. This was the first time Carla had been to a convention and she really didn’t know anyone other than Sallie. Carla ended up spending a couple of afternoons alone and was excited to spend the evening with me.

Well one of these evenings we ended up in the Paul suite and as the night went on Carla was feeling a bit neglected since I was spending all my time visiting with the guys. I could sense she was getting a bit upset as did Jamie. He winked at me and said go use the bedroom. I was not the kind of guy to use someone else’s room so we ended up in one of the bathrooms in the Paul suite. Now I am not going to say what we were doing in there but most of those reading this will guess.

I thought I had locked the door, in fact I know I did. Jamie knew we were in there and when someone asked to use the restroom Jamie sent this person our way. Well that person walked right in on us while we were in a very compromising position on the vanity. Of course he left immediately. When we came out Jamie was there with that grin, the Jamie grin cheering and clapping. I never did ask the SOB if he had somehow unlocked the door. BTW Carla and I have been very happily married for 11 years now.

The next night we are back in the Paul suite. Below us a couple of manufacture parties were going on but hell they were boring, business business. The Paul suite was about having fun. You can imagine, Florida in the summer with thunderstorms. Those parties below us somehow got some raindrops on them from time to time during the night mostly from a clear sky. Sometimes, thanks to Jamie and others, it was yellow rain.

Fast forward to 2002, after being on the board of our industry trade association for a number of years I was elected as president at the convention in Toronto. With 700 or so attendees the hotels would offer a suite to the president for the period of the convention.

Toronto is where the Rolling Stones have traditionally kicked off their world tours for many years. Prior to this, they stayed at the Westin Harbor Castle hotel for up to 2 weeks while they practiced for the tour, taking the entire top floor including the Harbor Suite.

We arrived at the same Westin a day early they up giving us the Harbor Suite, a more than 2500 sq ft room, taking ¼ of the top floor of the hotel. The Stones have been known to throw some serious parties here.

When my wife and I walked into this place we were impressed. A separate library, a dining room for 8, a sitting room for 6 and grand foyer/living room that could sit 16 or so connected to two separate sleeping suites. Along with this there was a service area with two full size fridges and an ice machine.

My wife and I surely didn’t need all this space so I went and got 6 extra keys for the living room door. I gave them to the members of the executive committee to use for meetings or for having a quiet cocktail away from the crowd. We could lock out the space from our sleeping area so anyone could use it at anytime with disturbing us.

Of course I gave Jamie & Sallie a key as well. When Jamie found out that the Stones threw great parties here he had a challenge. Jamie contacted the hotel and was upset because they had a limit of how much libations they would bring us without having a service person in attendance. The last thing we wanted was some hotel person putting a damper on our party.

Jamie, Carla and I took 3 big empty suitcases a block down the street to the LCBO (liquor control board Ontario) and filled them up with dozens of beer and bottles and bottles of spirits. I’ll never forget the cashier helping us pack all this stuff in the bags. We rolled them down the street back to the hotel. One of those damn bags must of weighed 150 lbs or more. When we rolled up to the front of the hotel of course the bellman wanted to take the bags. Jamie would not hear of it and we rolled through the lobby up the elevator to the service room.

Needless to say that convention was a blur for me, meetings all day, receptions and hospitality parties as president I had to go to in the evening. It might have been the 3rd night (I cannot remember) that I went into my sleeping room about midnight. I decided I wanted a glass of water with ice. I walked through the sitting room off our sleeping room to get ice out of the machine in the service kitchen. When I opened the locked door to the big living room, WOW was there a party going on. Must have been 40 people and guess who was at the center????

Jamie was standing on the sofa with a guy I knew well, Dennis from Wisconsin. He is very conservative guy that I had never seen have more than a beer or two. Dennis had on a robe, a shower cap and was standing with Jamie on the sofa singing college fight songs. I am sure there have been legendary Stones parties but for us they could not be any better than that hell of a week of parties at the Harbor Castle with Jamie leading the charge.

The convention ramped up on Saturday night. I believe I hit the rack at about 5am Sunday morning. In a week, with Jamie as the “party manager” , I got no more than 5 hours sleep any night. I recall calling the airline Sunday noon changing my flight to Monday so I could rest. The hotel let us stay for another night as well. It was a big, quiet, lonely room Sunday night.

In January of 2006 we were headed to our annual association board meeting in San Diego. We decided to make a visit to Jamie and Sallie on the weekend before the meeting. Sallie was in Costa Rica with some friends and was arriving home shortly after we got there.

It just so happened that Sunday Jan 14th was Jamie’s birthday and the Seahawks were playing Chicago for the division title. Sallie’s flight got messed up and would not arrive until evening. We ended with another couple from Chicago that we knew and the 5 of us headed to a little sports bar called Roaches Place in Bellevue to watch the game. Did we have a blast, a close overtime game with Chicago fans and Seahawk fans along with celebrating Jamie’s birthday. Not sure how but after the game we managed at some point to go and get Sallie from the airport. Like a lot of weekends with Jamie it was a blurrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

One of the things I remember most about this weekend was discovering “Jamie eggs”. Getting up in the morning and dealing with the results of the previous night was always tough at the Paul residence. Coffee, water and some food usually took the edge off. Jamie let us know one morning that he had the perfect remedy. Scrambled eggs.

Now what could be so great about scrambled eggs? Well these were special. He carefully mixed the eggs and put them in the pan. He had the gas heat on very low and started to cook the eggs. While he was doing this he was telling one of his numerous stories. I am on the other side of the island from his cook top watching intently because I’m hung-over and hungry and I want food, not Jamie’s story. Well the story went on and on with the eggs cooking sloooooooowwwwwly. At some point I reached over to turn up the heat to get these damn things cooking. Jamie without missing a word of the story he was telling rapped me hard on the knuckles with the wooden spoon he was holding just as I had reached the control. Jamie finished telling the story and then proceeded to tell me in detail about egg protein and how high temperature makes the protein strands stick together making the eggs tough blah blah blah blah blah I wanted eggs!!!!!!!! After what seemed like an hour, most likely 20 minutes the eggs were starting to firm, he put some very good cheese in with them and carefully, slowly, mixing them together. When I finally got to eat them they were the best damn eggs I had ever tasted. He gave me that Jamie smile and said “I can cook you know” To this day when we make scrambled eggs we call them “Jamie eggs”

Carla and I bought a vacation home in Las Vegas (somewhere fun to get out of the Canadian cold) in January 2009. It took us a few months to get things put together there. When we were done we invited Jamie and Sallie to come to Cam-a-lot (thats another story) for “opening” weekend.

Jamie showed up and we proceeded to baptize the place. You all know what we used for this baptism. We ended up at the Casino a couple of nights and Jamie taught me to play craps (again another story) Like always when Jamie was the “party manager” we had fun fun fun. Some of the pictures I posted on forever missed came from that weekend. Dish soap in the hot tub and fixing the pool light.

The last time we went out with Jamie was April of 2011. We knew Jamie’s health was deteriorating so we decided to take some time to go for a visit. Jamie picked us up at the airport after just being at the clinic a few hours previous to have fluid drained. He told us what a relief it was to have this done and how much better he felt. We had a great visit on the way to the house.

While on this visit Jamie was a champ. He felt like shi//// but still rallied for a trip to Snoqualimie Falls and a dining experience at Crush that exposed us all to the cooking technique called SousVide

As many of you know Jamie is a legend for a number of things that he did and one was being notoriously bad eater. Crush was a great experience and Jamie ate everything on his plate that night which made me feel good that I picked a place he liked. I did wonder about the dude though…he kept mentioning how cold he was while eating freezer fruit bars…What the hell? Typical Jamie, leaving us all thinking.

Love you buddy, miss you like crazy

Cam & Carla Mandel, Alberta Canada

I awoke this morning thinking “what a glorious day, Jamie and I were married last year on this date”.    The night before the wedding we were eating crab bisque (not from UWMC.. I brought it in) and Jamie said “let’s practice our vows”.  We read through the vows, ate a very tasty bisque, then Jamie looked at me, grabbed my hand, had the twinkle in his eyes that we all know and love and said  “This is our rehearsal dinner…we should have been doing this long ago”. 

The vows we shared that day and the rings we put on each other represent a continuity of love for each other that nothing will ever interrupt.  His life is continuing within me, our friends, family and acquaintances.  Our love continues in the memories of our time together and the support I receive from each and every one of you.

I honored our ceremony by taking cake to the UWMC ICU and  4th SE.  What a welcome I received from the nurses, technicians, doctors and even the gift/coffee shop.  Each and every person I encountered shared a story and a smile and a tear about the impact Jamie’s’ and our love/determination had on them

Jamie,  I miss you today…love you forever.

Spreading Ashes near Blue Grouse     February 11, 2013

I have had the pleasure of being Jamie’s partner most all of my adult life.  I chose to grow up with him and he chose to grow old with  me…Parts of both were accomplished.

These ashes are Jamie, yet they are not.

These ashes will blow away, dissipate into the atmosphere, and melt into the soil.  As these ashes fly away, let’s remember Jamie, flying on his skis, flying in his plane.

As these ashes melt into the earth, we remember Jamie..his melting blue eyes, remember the way he melted hearts …both female and male!!  One of the ways he melted my/our hearts was by making us feel like one was the person he was most waiting to see & talk to.    His friendship was ever loyal.

These ashes are Jamie, yet they are not.  The ashes will float away and melt into the earth.  However, these same events give us Jamie forever. As he is part of the atmosphere and the earth, he is part of all of us in many ways, shapes, forms and experiences. 

 Jamie, I/We miss you, but will always remember you with a smile.

To quote the immortal words of Mike Badell…”Ridge, Blue Grouse, My house”  You both are now at a very special House.  See you later.

Thanks to all of you for making Jamie “The Sentinel” of Blue Grouse and thanks for you unwavering support of me.

With Love  Sallie

Today we are all full of Jamie thoughts and love on what would be his 67th birthday. Carl and I are going to spread some of Jamie's ashes at the top of Chair 5 on the top of Big Mountain where we got married in 2006. This picture was taken before the ceremony on skis. Jamie approved heartily.

Uncle Jamie - please know that you are in our hearts and thoughts daily, today in particular because you made each of our birthdays so special. 

All our love forever,
Kellsey, Carl and Jo

Today, 9/30, I am missing Jamie A LOT.  It was 22 years ago today that we met and we continued to celebrate our anniversary on the 30th of September.   Coincidentally, that day 22 years ago was a Sunday as well. 

I was invited to supper by a couple friend of mine.  At the last moment, they called me (on my “brick” mobile phone) and changed the location.  Turns out, dinner was at 1232, “The Cabin” .  There were 5 of us at that little gathering.  It started with Loughborough Inlet prawns prepared by Jamie and the main course was a pork tenderloin prepared by Matt and Sunne.  The other person there was a beautiful, 23 year old blonde named Tia.  Dinner was delicious, the company entertaining, but as I was exhausted, I called it an early night.

Jamie and I saw each other again later that week and continued to see each other regularly, including Thursday dinners at Billy McHales with his father, Tom.  It was touching to see what a loving devoted son Jamie was.

After Jamie and I had been dating regularly for a couple months I mentioned that I, as a brunette 35 year old, had expected him to “follow up” with Tia after our first meeting.  He said  “What on earth do I have in common with a 20 something?”   Well, that put one more plus in Jamie’s category!

The rest..as they say is history.

Jamie, I miss you so much..today and every day.  Some days are impossible, other days are tolerable.  I try to take solace that you are in God’s loving arms, watching over me.  I won’t ever forget the “Angel of God” we prayed to every night to watch over us…well, now you are there with that Angel and many others.  Love Always  Sallie

Bald Eagles
Watching me, watching all of us, you’ve been making your rounds.
Waterskiing on Whitefish Lake.
I look up, there you are, watching us.
We lap around, there you are still, waiting for me.
I keep turning until I reach you, you fly away to watch from a safer distance.

Birthdays
Missing your call.
Katie’s birthday was on Sunday, something was missing.
She was waiting for your call.
I know you were with her, but the phone works on a different line this time.

Stories
I want to share mine with you, I want to hear you tell stories.
Jo said something really funny today, I want to tell you.
Maybe you heard it, but I won’t know.

Friends and family
I want to keep the Jamie-love going.
I talked to so many people at your memorial, your people.
Did not want it to end.
I want to keep the conversation, stories, laughter and love going.
That’s the only way we can keep you alive. None of us can let that die, the space you fill in our hearts is too important.

Happy Father’s Day Uncle Jamie!
Your forever loving god-daughter,
Kellsey
 

PS to all the visitors of this site:
Thank you, thank you, thank you for all of your posts, tributes, pictures, videos, audio, poems, stories and viewings. We really are keeping his memory alive. I can tell by the numbers that you all are looking at this as much as I am. Keep posting, I know there are many more stories out there! The only way we can get through this is together. Did you know you can email anyone who has posted by clicking on their name? Love to you all, KPP

Jamie & Sallie have been a huge part of our lives for the past 25 years. Living next door has been wonderful for us and our two girls!  They are truly a part of our family.

Jamie loved telling his stories, teaching our daughters Lauren & Sabrina life lessons, giving great advice, helping with their homework, tips on skiing, golfing, and just being a great friend to us all.

One of our first encounters to the humor of Jamie and Sallie was a phone call, proclaiming a news bulletin that there were two moons visible for one night only and to go out on our deck and look to the South.  When we told them we could not see it, they directed our eyes to their bedroom window which faced our house and in that window was Jamie and Sallie, side by side mooning us with their two moons while laughing hysterically!    

We have so many great memories of you Jamie. Thank you for your friendship and you will truly be missed by all of us!

 May you rest in Peace.

Sallie we are so sorry for your loss. You two were wonderful together!  Our thoughts and prayers are with you always!

  Love you.

Darren, Tonja, Lauren & Sabrina Hill

A huge thank you to all who made it to the grand storytelling memorial on Friday. What an amazing turnout to celebrate the life of an incredible man. The stories, tears and laughter flowed freely, Jamie was there in each one of us.

Here's a link to the pictures in the slideshow that was showing at the memorial:

https://picasaweb.google.com/kellseyp/JamieSlideshow?authkey=Gv1sRgCL67l4D768W63wE 

Health, healing and all my love to all of you who love Jamie as I do,
Kellsey Paul Perkins 

"The incident was simply that I was avery unsure of himself freshman at the lakeside School, living in that goofy old house across from the Seattle Tennis Club.  Jamie, who for most of us walked on air, called ME late one Friday night.  In no uncertain terms he said that I had to cross-country ski for Lakeside at the All-City Ski Championship, and that he would pick me up at my house the next morning.  Wow! did my self take off on an extended soar with that! He honked outside the next morning and off we went.  It led to a great friendship and more than that, as i look back, it taught me a huge lesson about reaching out and including someone.  I thank him for that most of all.  I hope I have passed it on."

When Hartley told me that the world had just lost Jamie, I could only respond with “my heart is broken, and he wasn’t even my brother.”

I didn't know Jamie as well as some, but I think the way a person treats casual friends and strangers tells as much about him as how he treats his closest friends and family.  Jamie treated me as well as anyone I have ever met.

I did have the good fortune to share some time with Jamie in two of the most sacred spaces for fulfilling the fundamentally human needs for sanctuary and connection with others—the deck at "Whoo Cares" camp under the shelter of the Redwoods and the “Coping Porch” at Steep Point on Stewart Island, B.C.—where Jamie demonstrated the value of complete immersion in even the small moments of life.

I was privileged to provide Jamie's conveyance to Steep Point a few times in recent years when he was unable to fly himself.  Knowing that I gave back to Jamie even something small is the only thing that slightly mollifies my sadness now.

One day in the summer of 1993 my brother (also named Jamie) was fishing the afternoon bite on the north wall at the Butte Inlet end of the Arran rapids when he drifted close enough to a Boston Whaler for the friendly skipper to introduce himself (as Jamie Paul), comment on the poor state of the fishing, and ask my Jamie where he hailed from.  The answer of “Galley Bay” was followed by “I know someone in Galley Bay” and before long my Jamie was having his own never to be forgotten christening on the Coping Porch.

One summer Friday a few years ago, Jamie and Hartley were kind enough to fly my wife, Andrea, from Kenmore to Galley Bay when she couldn’t get away in time for an earlier flight with me.  After just two hours together, Jamie had insights about Andrea that most observers don’t have for years.  Andrea was struck by how much fun Jamie made the trip for her and how much Jamie and Hartley enjoyed each other’s company even though each could no doubt tell the other’s stories. 

Jamie shared a heartfelt kindness with everyone he met; I hope we returned some small measure of that favor.

I will miss you Jamie.

Ken's tribute got cut short. Here's his story in full - thank you Ken!

JD, I remember very clearly in the early summer of 1960 (gaddy!) coming up to the Tennis Club dock in my 16 foot mahogany Century (135Hp) for daily chicken sandwich and Coca Cola, when there was Jamie Paul who said he’d like to go water skiing. I said, “Jamie, how would you like to go jumping this afternoon? ” He intimated that yes he’d like to give it a try. Later, with Willy Hearne, we down to Edgewater where the ramp was moored. I jumped several times, and afterwards explained that the only initial problem was to get on the ramp in perfect equilibrium, without pulling on the rope in either direction and without having his weight forward or backward – and in the worst of cases, if he fell on the ramp, it wouldn’t hurt (at least that had been my surprising experience, which I’d done several times). He listened to me gravely, and I have to say he was exceptionally game, going directly at it, seemingly without the slightest apprehension (which had not been my case three years earlier, nor Billy Skeel’s, the maiden jump being with great emotion, followed by several falls). But, but, in less than an afternoon, Jamie (aged 13) was already cutting across the wake with increasing speed to get on to the ramp. He had a natural gift for this stuff. Bestest, Ritter

guys and their fishing stories

Jamie in my hot tub opening weekend at our vacation home in Las Vegas. Someone put dish soap in the tub......wonder who?????

As has been stated so many times, the loss of Jamie is similar to all of us losing a best friend. Obviously, he was one of the greatest all around athletes any of us could have known, his humor, spirit and genuine love of his friends always trumped Jamie's tremendous athletic feats. I love your brother, and will miss you so very much.

That being said, I have tried to remember some of the best (actually they all were great) Jamie stories I could, I thought I would focus on the best three and tell them in chronological order. However, after reading the story of how Jamie could turn an apple into a peach, I realize that this will be a shot in the dark.

It is now the fall of 1963, and Lakeside is playing Orting for the conference football chanpionship. And, of course, Jamie is the starting quarterback. With about five minutes left in the game, Lakeside is ahead by at least 30 points. As such, Jamie wanted to end his football career in a fashion unlike any other. To accomplish this, Jamie capitalized on the fact that the fullback on the team had the ability to flatuate loudly on command. The play was set so that when Jamie brought the team up to the line, the center would snap the ball when the fullback passed gas. Named by Jamie as the "fart play" the first two plays acutally picked up about seven or eight yards. However, the third down never materialized as prior to the center being about to snap the ball, both our offensive line and Orting's defensive line were in a heap on the fielld in hysterics. Mission accomplished.

Then there was the summer of 1966, and it was time to head to Soap Lake for the Suds and Sun water skiing tournament. Jamie loaded everyone's skis on the top of his blue station wagon, packed about six of in the car, and off we went. As you all may know, the fastedst way to Soap Lake is over Steven's Pass, and just below Steven's Pass was a bar named Sweet Pea's Molly Gibson Tavern. Clearly, this had to be an enroute stop for a few "refreshments". Having accomplished that, we were off to complete the trip...Jamie driving while the rest of us "slept". Some while into the trip, we realized that Jamie had pulled over to the side of the road and heard a major ruckess outside. Jamie had run out of gas, and has flagged down a truck driven by an old man for help. He oiffered to help, but not until Jamie agreed to a "belly puch" contest. If Jamie won, the gas was free. If the old man won, we all had to come up with cash to cover the trip to the gas station. Jamie eventually won, and we were again on our way. But one can never forget the image of Jamie puching the old man, then both of them laughing, then the old man punching Jamie, then both of them laughing....and so on. This may be one of those "you had to be there" stories. But in any case, it epitomizes those amazing "only Jamie could have caused it" stories.

Lastly, it is now a Saturday afternoon in the summer of 1969, and your's truly is a new second lieutenant stationed at Fort Carson, Colorado. As was tradition, we would all head to the pool to consume copious amounts of beer and try to find our future ex-wives. Being well into the beer, I noticed a very cute blonde in the pool. While I clearly could have just swam over to introduce myself, I had a flashback to a similar story. As such, I swam up behind her and gave her a gentle bite on the derriere. After calling me every name possible, she then said that she couldn't believe that this was actually the second time in her life that this had happened. Being curious, I had to inquire as to who the first person to do this was, and where. You can only imagine the laughter when she replied that it was at a river party at Western State, and the guy was some skier by the name of Jamie Paul. I was so proud.

Well, clearly I have over stayed my welcome. But eash of these stories is so "Jamie", I simply had to tell them.

Love you, Jamie. Thank you for 55 years of amazing and special friendship.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=fSSo--5cBzY

On Tuesday 5/8 we had a wonderful small family memorial service for Jamie at his and Sallie's house on Lake Sammamish. The day was beautiful, the symbolism was everywhere and Jamie was with each of us. Capping off the beauty in his life and of the day, Andy Hutchison, Jamie's partner in his floatplane N1102G, did a flyby over the house after the small service. With the tears streaming down our faces, we waved at the "final flyby" and sent him on his way with love.

I'll never forget the first time I met Jamie at Stuart Island in 1976 or 77. You guys had just dropped a load of lumber to rebuild your dock. The lumber got loose and we had to try to herd it all back before the current could take it away -- the picture of Jamie running on top of the water from plank to plank will stay with me forever -- he was at his peak as virile, confident man, able to do whatever he wanted and exuded a very powerful aura...

And then the night he showed the turning an apple into a peach joke, getting a pretty girl to blush excitedly.

There was one of many Luftseben/TKD keggers at Swietzer's cabin one typical beautious Gunnison afternoon - we were on the back deck overlooking the East river.

The humming birds were swarming the feeders and we were fascinated at how "tame" they were and how close we could get to them.

Jamie had a better idea - he left briefly and returned with a toilet plunger duct taped over his face - the rubber cup muffling the buzzing noises he was making and the protruding wooden handle looking very much like a hummers beak!

Biggest humming bird decoy we'd ever seen....

Steve Swaim (swami)

Jamie Paul, what a guy
Lived his life on the "fly"

Always and adventure attached to his name,
Never afraid to PLAY... THE GAME OF LIFE... to the fullest

Jamie Paul, what a guy
Lives his life on the "fly" 

 A friend claimed by many,
Awesome stories to tell
For Jamie is not one to sit still!

Jamie Paul, what a guy
Lives his life on the "fly"

My heart fills with love when I think of
James Cameron Paul,
Growing up with him, he was such a doll.....

So popular was I, living next door.
All the girls wanted to see more....

Jamie Paul, what a guy
Lives his life on the "fly"

Seeing you ski in snow or on water,
Driving your car when you shouldna otter
All part of the perfect plan-for Jamie Paul, the awsome man!

Jamie Paul, what a guy
Lives his life on the "fly"

With friends and family by your side,
You continue to take your life for a ride.
Don't give up, you never have before,
Who knows what's behind the next door!

Jamie Paul, what a guy
Lives your life on the "fly"

This poem is short,
There's so much more to say,
Knowing you are loved
must do for today.

Just Know there are many who are glad they can say,
"I know and love Jamie"
Hip, Hip, Hooray!

One last verse I get to add since i wrote this little poem and sent it to Jamie about a month ago....

Jamie Paul, what a guy
This I say with a sigh....
"No one here will be the same
Because Jamie Paul knew their name!!!!"


thank you for being you xoxoxo Shaneola (the nickname that Jamie gave me)

While in college, we heard about a Jack Rabbit over population problem in SE Colorado- they were eating farmers crops.  A bunch of us went there in Jamie's van to wipe out the WABBITS.  We would get in a huge circle and walk towards each other.  As the pests came running out we shot them. Amazing none of us got shot!

A mink ranching operation in WY was paying .15 cents per rabbit.  Critical thinking:  we could pay for gas, beer & shells! We had maybe 70 & took them to a barn to sell. The operator was straight out of Deliverance. Entrance/exit were on opposite ends of barn.

About half way through, Jamie say's "I've got a great idea, let's walk past the deliverance guy carrying rabbits, he counts and we keep walking out the exit and walk back around to the entrance & get counted again!"  It worked.  We of course. drank up all of our "profits"  on the way back to Western State.  Special guy!

Bob Olsen

Luftseben/TKD

jamie and i were connected by our love of ski racing, way back in high school days.  we both had a passion to improve our skills.  i'd see jamie and our mutual friend john baxter chasing each other doing tuck turns down the chair lift at steven's pass.   jamie had this great idea that we would bring a portable rope tow up to the snow fields and practice slalom over the summer so that we could get a jump on the competition the next year.  well, jamie's skiing just took off after that summer, between the season of 1960-61 and 1961-62.  jamie's skiing moved from being a credible junior expert racer (the highest ability division back in the day) to a podium threat in every race he was in.  i remember in particular a downhill at white pass in which you made a left footed turn, dropped into a gully, then flew up and out of the gully into a sidehill traverse to the finish line.  jamie was one of few racers who was able to grab a tuck coming out of the gully and hold it in the air all the way to the landing.  those tuck turn days at stevens pass certainly did pay off for jamie that day. (some how i started before jamie so i could see his run from the bottom).  that was the day that i realized the jamie had a talent that few ski racers have.  the great thing about jamie is that he still seemed like he was one of us.

chas mangham 
 

It is hard to not think about Jamie and Sunday football. I first met Jamie and Sallie the summer of 2005 when Michael (Sallie and Jamie's nephew) and I first started dating.  I remember the lazy Sundays when Michael and I would visit from California when we were in college. Jamie, Sallie, Michael and I would  watch the Seahawks together. As in usual Seahawk fashion the game would start out good but by the second half things began going South. Jamie was so adament that the root to the ongoing Seahawks' failure was with their quarterback (Matt Hasselbeck at the time).  Increasingly, Jamie would get more and more frustrated and matter of factly yell at the TV, "Get Hasselbeck OUT! GET HIM OUT!". Michael and I couldn't help but quietly chuckle watching Jamie get so upset by how the Seahawks were playing. If only Jamie had a direct line from his LA-Z-BOY recliner to the red phone on the Seahawks players bench, they would have most definitely gone to-and won the Super Bowl. Since that first game we watched together, everytime I watch the Seahawks, I can't help but hear those words perfectly emphasized by Jamie.  Jamie, we will miss those lazy football Sundays together.  We love you.  

Jamie,

You were the best........
The Flying lesson, Jumping the Boat (don't tell Sallie), karate chopping Crabs, catching garden snakes, the crazy chilly stories from when you were a Lad skiing, the talks, Jacuzzi and Cigars.The crazy times we had up North....

Nicola loved you like a Dad.............

You could make boring stuff fun, You had a story for every occasion, you made everyone feel special.........

The love and support you shared....you gave so much and I feel so proud to have known you......

I wish I could have shown New Zealand you would of loved it..........................

After 22 years of being together, Sallie and Jamie finally tied the knot!

Video of Sallie and Jamie's wedding in the waiting room of UW Medical Center 4SE

http://youtu.be/wKLmtOHBOA4

Article about their wedding 

http://www.washington.edu/news/articles/couple-says-2018i-do2019-at-uw-medical-center

Some pictures from their wedding

http://www.flickr.com/photos/cgplanetz/

I absolutely LOVE this picture. It captures Uncle Jamie and my relationship perfectly. Complete comfort and love in each other's presence, always.
Yours forever,
Kellsey 

http://dickenersen.smugmug.com/Other/Jamie/22705799_mXZRBZ

link to Jamie Photos from Dick Enersen 

Although Jamie wasn't a Springsteen fan, we think these lyrics are perfect, "When they built you, brother
They broke the mold"

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZDBBe1ubzaU

Lyrics:

Well they built the Titanic to be one of a kind
But many ships have ruled the seas
They built the Eiffel Tower to stand alone
But they could build another if they please
Taj Mahal, the Pyramids of Egypt 
Are unique I suppose
But when they built you, brother
They broke the mold

Now the world is filled with many wonders
Under the passing sun
Sometimes something comes along
And you know it's for sure the only one
Mona Lisa, the David, the Sistine Chapel
Jesus, Mary and Joe
And when they built you, brother
They broke the mold

When they built you , brother
They turned us into gold
And when they built you, brother
They broke the mold

They say you can't take it with you
But I think that they're wrong
Cause all I know I woke up this morning
And something big was gone
Gone into that dark ether
Where you're still young and hard and cold
Just like when they built you, brother
They broke the mold

Now your death is upon us
And we'll return your ashes to the earth
And I know you'll take comfort in knowing
You been roundly blessed and cursed
But love is a power greater than death
Just like the songs and stories told
And when she built you, brother
She broke the mold

That attitude's a power stronger than death
Alive and burning when you're stone cold
And when they built you, brother