You have to ask whether someone like Brad Pitt would even be possible if it weren't for Paul Newman. You could not take your eyes off him when he was on screen. He delved deeply into the psyche of his characters. Cool Hand Luke -- need we say more. It was impossible to eat a hard boiled egg for decades after seeing the flick. In the words of Franklin Roosevelt, he was "an asshole, but he's our asshole." And that's how we felt about Luke. God! How we cringed when he could not learn to look past his own ego and fell, time and time again, to the perdition of the sheriff. His spirit would not be broken and we clung to him for that, cheering him on and dying when he failed yet again.
His achievements as a philanthropist were quieter but no less effective. Famous for mixing up his own oil and vinegar salad dressing at home, friends persuaded him to market it. Now, hundreds of millions of dollars later, there are kids who can read because of him, places for them to play because of him, and the world, fragile and corrupt and weakened by greed, is stronger because of him.
The Coral Sands salutes a giant in Mr. Newman. We regret we were unable to find a single picture of Mr. Newman with his shirt on. ; )