You hear about people who are dying and how they appear to “wait” for someone special to arrive before they feel they can go. This would be one of those cases. Paul S. Gumbinner died peacefully on Friday, April 3, at home in Manhattan with his son Jeff, his daughter Liz, and his wife Amye of 44 years who he still referred to as “my beautiful bride.” I can’t sum him up in a few paragraphs, so forgive this messy pastiche of memories.