Roger Ebert
“Sheep, Galloway, Sheep!” Paul Galloway, a beloved legend
We will never hear the Sheep Story again. Nor will we enjoy his presence in a room, which was an invitation to good cheer. Paul Galloway, the most incomparable raconteur I ever met in a newsroom, is dead. Everyone who knew him will know what a silence that creates.
I loved the guy. I introduced him to his wife, Maggie. I couldn’t see enough of them. It will be impossible to share with you the joy of his company, but I am going to try. Let others write the formal obituaries. All I know is, Paul died at about 3:30 p.m. Monday, at their “winter home” in Tulsa, Okla. There’s a Winter Home Story. With Paul, there was a story about everything. He was somewhere in his 70s. When you get to be our age, “somewhere” is close enough.
