Paul Andrew Moore Jr, natty dresser, food lover, gearhead, pilot, and raconteur, died on Friday, July 23, 2021.

He had a life-long love affair with fried chicken, potato salad, greens, hamburgers, any barbecued meat, chili peppers, greasy pork chops, flirted with beer, and when he lived in Spain, took in a bit of peach brandy to wash down some tortillas or snails.  He had a special relationship with ice cream and, his favorite, peanut butter and strawberry jam – straight from the jar.  He was a wizard on the grill – which was his kingdom.  Nobody could come between him and his grill.  Woe be to those who tried!

Paul took fashion cues from no one.  His signature every day look was all his: sweats, or shorts with boots and mid-calf length black socks.  Over his entire life he never gave up the military habit of white T-shirts and skivvies.  And he had his "driving outfit" which was his favorite blue wool sweater (blue was his favorite color) and wore it whenever he drove. It didn't matter if everyone else in the car had to have the air conditioner on blast, it is "always driver's choice."  For church he was in his element and was always dressed impeccably.  Joining the military meant he had to trade in his expansive wardrobe for a uniform – which he gladly did.  But when he went to church he would never leave the house unless everything was on point.

He was a gear-head.  He loved tinkering with things and sometimes tried to fix them too.  He spent much of his adolescence with his head underneath the hood of car.  He had a love affair with cars and his cars had two gears: fast and faster.  He taught all of his children how to drive a stick shift.  And his love of cars and machinery translated to the military.  He entered the Navy as a machinist's mate (more gears) and became the nuclear engineer for the submarines he rode. He eventually became the head tinkerer for fixing submarines as they were refit for sea.  He was most at home strolling through Sherwood Forest.  His love for going fast made him ultimately take to the skies since there was more space and less chance of accidents with other drivers.  He became a private pilot and loved to fly as a way to quench his need for speed.  Even though he didn't get to do it enough, he was happiest when he was flying.

He loved American football.  He didn't really have a favorite team until he moved to the Puget Sound.  He fell in love with the Seattle Seahawks.  This support eventually extended to all NFL teams, but he saved his loudest yelling for the Seahawks.  He was a devoted fan and would watch games in his man-cave.  The entire neighborhood knew when the Seahawks were playing because of his enthusiastic encouragement.

He loved photography!  He frequently had a camera with him and often took pictures.  When he retired he started a business doing two of the things he loved most: driving (a limousine) and taking pictures.  He was happy he was getting to drive and also to take pictures – getting paid for these things were merely an afterthought.  He made many people happy with his driving and pictures and this gave him a lot of satisfaction.

He worked hard at everything he did and expected the same of everyone around him.  In the Navy he earned straight As on every one of his fitness reports the entire time he served.  He was proud of what he earned and accomplished and the family he raised.  And while he sometimes was extroverted he had his quiet moments: he loved to sit in silence and listen to birds sing, he knew what all of his children were doing at all times, he loved to body surf, and loved maps.  Thomas Guide was his favorite book – back before the Internet was a thing.

He finally put his car in park July 23, 2021, while at the Michael DeBakey VA Hospital Center in Houston, Texas where he took up residence after a couple strokes in 2018.  He was a popular patient at the Courtyard Nursing Home where the nurses watched over him and he watched the nurses.  He was born May 7, 1940, in Sacramento, California, to Paul A Moore and Ida Marie Elizabeth (Jamison) Moore.  He was preceded in death by his daughters Tracy Koerble and Samantha Bourgeois and both parents.  He leaves behind his two children: Paul Andrew Moore III and Nicole Elizabeth Hoffman; three grandchildren: Claudia Loth and Sofia and Joaquín Moore; and sister Janice Moore.

In lieu of flowers, the family asks that you make a donation in his name to Mt. Horem Baptist Church.  This was his home.  Brother Paul was beloved by the congregation and to him they were like family.  The Church embraced Brother Paul, who opened the building every Sunday, and they entrusted him with the keys to the church.  The family would also like to thank the Courtyard Nursing and Rehabilitation Center who took great care of him.