When I first moved to Atlanta in August 1969 as a 23-year-old officer in the US Public Health Svc. at CDC, it was my good fortune to meet Peter, who like me was apartment hunting. “Pete” had recently graduated from the Univ. of GA and his larger-than-life friendliness, kindness and personal charm were immediately apparent. He invited me and his friend Fred Shaffer - also a young GA grad - to share a nice new 3-BR apartment with him and his beloved dachshund, Franklin, at “Seville” on Buford Hwy. I'll continue to treasure the unique experience of getting to know Peter and his family and friends in those couple of years I spent living with him, fat little Franklin and Fred in the early 70s. It was a delight to visit Pete again at least once or twice more in the 80s. I've always intended to stay in touch and now of course regret that I didn't manage to do a better job of that in the years since. Yesterday it was a wonderful “healing” experience for me and hundreds of others who loved Peter to have the privilege of attending his memorial service at the gorgeous Jewish temple. I was greatly moved by the power and humor! of the eulogies and the beauty of the music. As we exited the sanctuary the final organ number, Sinatra's “My Way,” could not have been more appropriate for this amazing human being and kindred spirit. Coincidentally I've been asked to sing a couple of Sinatra songs at an upcoming “UUCA” dinner, and now in Peter's memory will definitely include that one which sums up so well his remarkable life!