Back in March of this year, my high school class of 1974 lost a classmate and a friend, Paul Harvey. Another classmate of 1974, Bob Carrier, was good friends with Paul and sent me this touching tribute and photo. I post both here with his permission.

It's November and I just learned today that my friend, The Fifth Brother, is gone. Hard to say why it took so long for the news to reach me, but so it goes. Since 13 years old, we had each other's back, grew up together and grew together. From Sherburne to Austin, to Baltimore and then Boulder, Paul always went out of his way to spend time with me, stay long weekends and our friendship continued as though there had been no gap. He would arrive with that big, infectious smile and wrap me in a bear hug. We shared our deepest secrets. We shared our successes and we shared our failures. I was best man at his wedding, he at mine. The depth and breadth of our friendship goes on and on. There was so much texture. I lost Paul in September of 2017 when things became untenable. It was a very sad moment, but I am content to know that now things have come to a closure. Rest in peace my dear friend.