I shared some of my memories of Pete with a few friends and family yesterday. He certainly was a fun loving guy. There was a tradition we had in the Air Force that dictated whenever one of your fellow airmen was about to change assignments you and your buddies would capture that airman and do terrible things to them. It seems counter-intuitive, but we always thought that the worse the treatment, the stronger the bonds. I was "tar and feathered" with all the spoiled food products from the shop refrigerator, silicon grease, and paper shreddings. I guess Pete really liked me...I sure liked him!