When I was there in the 1990s, Paterno used to walk from his home to his offices. I stopped him one day and had a long chat with him. He didn't know me from Adam. Not sure what he was trying to get out of it, what his agenda was. It was just a regular talk about Providence and Brown, where I happened to spend half my time back then, and the PSU English Dept. Several months later, or it could be a year, we sat in a booth next to him at a German restaurant in nearby Bellefonte. We could hear the family the whole dinner, they were kind of raucous, it was pretty funny. The booths were separated by high wooden backs and you couldn't see the people on the other side, but e could hear Paterno's distinctive voice. When the Paternos got up to leave, Joe glanced at our table and recognized me, asked how I was doing, said hello to everyone at our table. Asked about Brown.
I find this fellow's picture of Paterno not to be the whole picture, if it's even true at all. If that's how Joe acted in the football offices and locker room, it's his own business.