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Lions Roar : September 2014
On Track with Paul Newman Between blockbuster movies, car racing, and salad dressing, Paul Newman was one of the world’s most recognizable celebrities. Yet, says mIChAel Stone, he was one of those rare people who could sit still and watch the rain fall. I’d Seen PAul neWmAn around the track. He wore shades, he always had his collar up, and he seemed like the wise, rebellious leader of both his team and the entire paddock. He said good morning to everyone, like a man from a time when men were elegant. I was twenty at the time, studying philosophy at the University of British Columbia, and depressed. In the summers I ran communications and marketing for a racing-car team owned by a wealthy businessman from Toronto. Through my girlfriend, laura, I was intro- duced to Paul at a dinner in Monterey, California. laura thought I’d be able to find a job with his team. Our first private conversation was at the Homestead racetrack in Florida. Paul was sitting in an oversized chair in his custom bus, tracing his fingers down the window as raindrops streaked the glass. “Michael?” He stood up and reached out his hand. PHOTO©CAT’SCOllECTION/CORBIS