Paul A. Lutter, age 68, of Chicago, on May 4, 2014. Paul was the beloved son of the late Herbert W. and Lois M. (nee Muller) Lutter, brother to Janet Sperry and Steve (Kathy) Lutter, and uncle to Scott, Lynsey, Jack, and Matt. Paul practiced law at the Chicago office of Bryan Cave LLP, and it was known for his philanthropic support of the LGBT arts and communities. Paul earned his bachelor’s degree from Carleton College in Northfield, Minnesota, where he graduated magna cum laude and was a member of Phi Beta Kappa. He went on to earn his J.D. from Yale University. Details for a memorial service will be announced at a later date. Per his wishes, donations can be made to Paws Chicago or the Anti- Cruelty Society.
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Paul and I lived on the same floor all four years at Carleton and swapped roommates between our freshman and sophomore years exchanging my freshman roommate John Lambooy for Paul’s freshman roommate Al Bunnett (unfortunately both John & Al are also now deceased). We also traveled travelled together on a Carleton-organized trip to Europe between our junior and senior years including buying a Triumph Spitfire two-seat convertible in advance of our arrival which we planned to use to tour Europe and then to have shipped to US after our trip. The car was delivered to us early in the morning at London’s Heathrow airport shortly after we arrived. The first trip overseas for both of us thus began with virtually no sleep the night before having to drive on the “wrong-side” of the road into one of the largest and busiest cities in the world with the steering wheel on the correct side of the car for driving in the US and continental Europe but not for driving in London. I am still not sure if it was more difficult to be the driver or the passenger that first day. While we shared many experiences during our trip, a number standout in my mind including driving on the autobahn in West Germany where there was no speed limit and even with the “pedal to the metal” we were passed by car after car like we were standing still. Another was both of us being hungry for good old American food after we had been traveling for a few weeks so when we saw an item on the menu in Belgium (I think) translated into English as “Steak American” we both jumped at ordering it only to discover that we had ordered raw hamburger with a raw egg yolk in the middle. We both went to bed a bit hungry that night.
Tom Kenyon ’68
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Paul and I lived on the same floor all four years at Carleton and swapped roommates between our freshman and sophomore years exchanging my freshman roommate John Lambooy for Paul’s freshman roommate Al Bunnett (unfortunately both John & Al are also now deceased). We also traveled travelled together on a Carleton-organized trip to Europe between our junior and senior years including buying a Triumph Spitfire two-seat convertible in advance of our arrival which we planned to use to tour Europe and then to have shipped to US after our trip. The car was delivered to us early in the morning at London’s Heathrow airport shortly after we arrived. The first trip overseas for both of us thus began with virtually no sleep the night before having to drive on the “wrong-side” of the road into one of the largest and busiest cities in the world with the steering wheel on the correct side of the car for driving in the US and continental Europe but not for driving in London. I am still not sure if it was more difficult to be the driver or the passenger that first day. While we shared many experiences during our trip, a number standout in my mind including driving on the autobahn in West Germany where there was no speed limit and even with the “pedal to the metal” we were passed by car after car like we were standing still. Another was both of us being hungry for good old American food after we had been traveling for a few weeks so when we saw an item on the menu in Belgium (I think) translated into English as “Steak American” we both jumped at ordering it only to discover that we had ordered raw hamburger with a raw egg yolk in the middle. We both went to bed a bit hungry that night.