I was introduced to Al Paulson 14 years ago in his Ballston Lake home while visiting for Travers Weekend. I was greeted with a warm smile which was followed by an overwhelmingly crushing handshake. If you ever shook Al’s hand, you know what I mean. That weekend became the beginning of a yearly pilgrimage for many years with many memories.

To say Al was unique is an understatement. He was the most fascinating person I’ve ever met. There wasn’t a topic of discussion I can think of where he didn’t have a brilliantly bizarre takeaway. During my stays at the house, I’ve eaten the strangest smelling cheeses, drank the best tasting wines and have been offered the most unique foods. My favorite being a duck egg.

I’ll remember sharing dinners together, talking baseball, listening to his stories and eating the most oysters anyone could imagine eating in one sitting. Most of all I’ll remember his generosity, kindness and love for his family and those close to his family.

I feel blessed for the fond memories I’ve shared with Al, Catherine and the Paulson family since that first day 14 years ago.

Al will be missed by many. My thoughts and prayers go out to the Paulson family and everyone else close to him.

Viso gero Big Al.