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...time captain at UMass, Werner joined the U.S. National Team Development Program during high school. Before the pros, Jeff Halpern went to St. Paul??s and then Princeton. Bubba Sixsmith (Holy Cross) attended the Canterbury School, and Hafner and Scott Seney (Union) both chose Taft. The trend at the time was prep school, though junior leagues are gaining popularity with each passing year. But in either case, kids from the D.C. area just need...
...sister Lindsey A. Gilligan ’08, Paul was the ideal older brother, the kind most desire but don’t have—loving, supportive, and protective without being stifling. I know from experience that every Eliot suite that housed Paul??s blocking group, testosterone-filled as they all were, had an open-door policy for sisters. Lindsey, Becky L. Smith ’08, and I came and went as frequently as the boys themselves. Paul gave Lindsey advice, encouragement, coaching, refuge from the tribulations of freshman year, and so much fun. Those...
...themselves “magic” when they were feeling happy (if there were three of them it was the magic three, if there were six it was the magic six), and it’s true that there was something magical in the way they lived together. Paul??s friendship with my brother Danny, with Steve J. Robbins ’05, with Rich J. Przekop ’05, and Bryan A. Smith ’05, and with Hani N. Elias ’05, and Ryan C. Lynch...
...seriously but never took it too seriously. It was Paul, the driving force behind intramurals, who reminded his teammates when the going got rough that it was only an IM championship (they lost the football, basketball and volleyball championship matches in three consecutive nailbiters—all videotaped by Paul??s dad and score tallied by Lindsey). It was Paul who could play soccer with the stars and run like the wind, but didn’t mind going on a gentle bike-ride through Cambridge with Danny and Danny’s less-than-jockish sister...
Good-natured humor was their diet, and Paul??s sense of it was sharp. It crept out from behind a sometimes-quiet exterior. Being jestingly insulted by Paul was always a triumph, because it meant that he was paying his usual careful attention to you and he saw you for who you were. An instant message from “Pauliegilli3” was enough to make anyone’s night. He was a force entirely for good...