Peter O. Davis

Pete lived at my parents house for quite awhile when I was a teenager. He drove a truck and would be gone for days at a time. He would call me up from the kitchen phone to my bedroom phone trying to be funny. He would come home from trucking and me and my mother would be watching tv and he would shut it off and start singing calipso music. Couldn´t get mad at him he was so funny! He taught me some techniques on drawing. He was a good artist

So, so sorry to hear this sad news. Always enjoyed listening to Pete at the Westford Sportsmen´s Club. He told us one time that he´d spent three days in his truck on Route 128 during the Blizzard of `78. Even had a picture on the front page of the Globe. Wish I´d known he could recite Poe. I would have put him on the spot. He´ll be missed.