Paul Friedman: A
Friedman, a shy, kind man with a surging mind, was always
a problem-solver. Of the five Friedman siblings, he was
the listener, the untangler of life's knots. He would
pose a zillion questions, leading his siblings toward
their own solutions. Professionally, he played a similar
role. With degrees in psychology, engineering and
business, he became a management consultant for Emergence
Consulting in Lincoln, Mass.
You could not not like him, the man who at snoozy
business meetings kept his end of the table in convulsive
snickers. The friend who shlepped rugelach cross-country
for a pal, the human jungle gym for nieces and nephews,
the husband who showered his wife, Audrey Ades, with
gifts. He collected snow globes (only the tackiest!),
saved his report cards (including those from Hebrew
school), and gazed at the natural world, entranced,
camera in hand.
At 45, he tackled his most delightful problem. In May,
he and Audrey adopted a Korean infant, Richard Harry
Hyun-Soo Friedman (nom de nursery: Rocky).
Mr. Friedman delivered rib-tickling disquisitions on
the challenge of the dirty diaper. He spent Sept. 10 with
Rocky. "Did you take him to a playground?" a sister
asked. "No," replied the cerebral new papa. "I took him
The next morning, Mr. Friedman boarded American
Airlines Flight 11.