Just this morning I was thinking of you. Just the other day I was telling a friend about you and your boat. And now, I learn that you passed away in the night.
RIP, Pete. You shared wondrous stories of holocaust and survival, and there you were, always with a smile on your face and a twinkle in your blue, blue eyes. You were loved by many, and I hope you weren’t alone when you took your last breath.
I’m honored to be counted among your friends.
RIP.