Pete

Pete was one of several mentors I’ve been fortunate to have. I’ve told about Pete … and just when I think I’ve told all I can recollect, comes another recollection: I had a legal dust-up in Toronto and Pete agreed to testify. A hearing date was set. Pete said he’d “drive on through” from Abilene, Texas … a tad over 1500 miles. I bought Pete an airline ticket. Pete told me he was greatly impressed with the flight … and that the last time he’d been on an airplane was WWII when he was airdropped on an atoll in the South Pacific.