Mike Paterniti

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232 appearances 2 recordings 1 series first heard Mar 2026 last heard 28 Jun

Mike Paterniti’s voice in public audio — every appearance, attributed to the second.

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And yet every day you saw people at their most naked talking baby talk to their hounds, kneeling to pick up poop.
I asked my friend Julie, Ruben's mother, about this.
I think it was the love part that kept me going back to the cemetery.
And then it became my social hour, my escape, where more often than not, I'd find Jeff and Kiana.
The minute Jeff realized that I was a writer, he went to the library and over the course of a week read everything I'd ever written.
And then, to my horror, wanted to talk about it.
And he did this kind of thing with others too.
When the leaves began to change during my first October in the West End cemetery, Jeff was already talking about a Christmas card he was planning, a photograph of Kiana and himself.
He brought it up obsessively, about how Kiana was going to have a haircut and shampoo and have her nails clipped, and how he had arranged for a photographer and how they were scouting locations.
There were ups and downs in the saga as it played out over weeks.
A good location that might not work out the day of the shoot if a nor'easter hit, the need to time everything just perfectly so that Kiana would leave the beauty parlor and then immediately sit for her picture before she could come back to the cemetery and get muddy.
In retrospect, there were little clues even then that something strange was going on with Jeff.
While he said he owned a truck, I only ever saw him at bus stops around town.
And the scuba diving.
Later, when I called various outfits in Portland, no one had ever heard of him.
In the end, he had the photograph taken at Sears.
He and Kiana in the stiff, unsmiling pose of a Civil War-era husband and wife.
He in his familiar blue sweatshirt hulking behind Kiana, who was perfectly coiffed.
He was beaming when he handed the Christmas card to me.
Literally beaming.
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