About: Some text about the old man and everyone can read. “We can't bust heads like we used to—but we have our ways. One trick is to tell them stories that don't go anywhere like the time I caught the ferry over to Shelbyville. I needed a new heel for my shoe, so I decided to go to Morganville which is what they called Shelbyville in those days. So, I tied an onion to my belt which was the style at the time. Now, to take the ferry cost a nickel. And in those days, nickels had pictures of bumblebees on 'em. 'Give me five bees for a quarter,’ you’d say. Now, where were we? Oh, yeah! The important thing was that I had an onion on my belt which was the style at the time. They didn’t have white onions because of the war. The only thing you could get was those big yellow ones.
About: Some text about the old man and everyone can read. “We can't bust heads like we used to—but we have our ways. One trick is to tell them stories that don't go anywhere like the time I caught the ferry over to Shelbyville. I needed a new heel for my shoe, so I decided to go to Morganville which is what they called Shelbyville in those days. So, I tied an onion to my belt which was the style at the time. Now, to take the ferry cost a nickel. And in those days, nickels had pictures of bumblebees on 'em. 'Give me five bees for a quarter,’ you’d say. Now, where were we? Oh, yeah! The important thing was that I had an onion on my belt which was the style at the time. They didn’t have white onions because of the war. The only thing you could get was those big yellow ones.
Don't let his extremly old age fool you; Paul is flying the latest tech, even if he looks like he's about to engage in a dogfight over the trenches. While he earned the callsign "Seagull" for his tendency to swoop in on everyone else's snacks, he is the undisputed Ace of Par Beach.
He began his illustrious career at Par Bunny Field, likely dodging actual bunnies during his first few landings. He's moved on from canvas wings to carbon fiber, but he still maintains that "Vintage" pilot energy—mostly by complaining about how much better things were in the "old days" (last Tuesday).