I loved Pete’s energy and his special brand of sarcastic humor. He could throw a mean snowball. Pete took delight in rocketing snowballs against the upper Goodhue Lounge sliding doors after dinner, challenging all comers to a snowball fight. One time, he got his timing just right and nailed Mike Stevens right between the eyes as Mike was haranguing Pete. Senior year, Pete and I regularly shared a glass of Silver Satin “fortified” wine after a long night of studying.
Peter had an energy or intensity about him that radiated to all nearby. His grin was infectious and mischievous. One winter as I was walking across the Bald Spot, a snowball came from nowhere, and hit me on the back. Far in the distance, I could recognize that smile. What an arm, how the heck did he do that?
Apparently Peter loved throwing snowballs (Maybe why he came to Carleton.) He and I traded efforts trying to hit the clock on the union with Pete. He also hit me between the eyes during a snowball fight junior year, when I was coming to his aid. He should have been a pitcher. Not sure if he was involved, but guys in Davis my junior year were trying to construct a "slingshot" with surgical tubing to lob snowballs at the library entrance from the top of Davis. I liked Pete, he was always up to something fun.
Apparently Peter loved throwing snowballs (Maybe why he came to Carleton.) He and I traded efforts trying to hit the clock on the union. He also hit me between the eyes during a snowball fight junior year, when I was coming to his aid. He should have been a pitcher. Not sure if he was involved, but guys in Davis my junior year were trying to construct a "slingshot" with surgical tubing to lob snowballs at the library entrance from the top of Davis. I liked Pete, he was always up to something fun.
Pete was a good friend with whom I kept up a correspondence for nearly 50 years. Together we listened to early 60s music, quaffed a beer or two and discussed the challenges of chemistry courses.
I agree that he was a mean snowball thrower. He hit me several times spilling my books onto the snow. He was also an excellent Rotblatt player. I miss him.
I am really reassured to hear that Pete was a prankster. I was in the first co-ed floor at Goodhue and the upper floors, including Pete, would play tricks on us from time to time. In Spring Some large leaved weeds growing out of the lake looked just like Rhubarb. I made a “rhubarb” pie. It came out golden crusted with juicy pink filling. I offered the pie to Pete. He was initially quite surprised at my offer but accepted it enthusiastically. One bite and I high tailed it out of there. I always meant to apologize. It was the only prank I pulled at Carleton.
Pete was a secret jock. Oh, maybe he didn't have the strength or girth to be a big jock, he had wiles when it came to strategy and that sardonic giggle to wash it down with. We all had our niches at Carleton, and Pete's was that.
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I loved Pete’s energy and his special brand of sarcastic humor. He could throw a mean snowball. Pete took delight in rocketing snowballs against the upper Goodhue Lounge sliding doors after dinner, challenging all comers to a snowball fight. One time, he got his timing just right and nailed Mike Stevens right between the eyes as Mike was haranguing Pete. Senior year, Pete and I regularly shared a glass of Silver Satin “fortified” wine after a long night of studying.
Peter had an energy or intensity about him that radiated to all nearby. His grin was infectious and mischievous. One winter as I was walking across the Bald Spot, a snowball came from nowhere, and hit me on the back. Far in the distance, I could recognize that smile. What an arm, how the heck did he do that?
Apparently Peter loved throwing snowballs (Maybe why he came to Carleton.) He and I traded efforts trying to hit the clock on the union with Pete. He also hit me between the eyes during a snowball fight junior year, when I was coming to his aid. He should have been a pitcher. Not sure if he was involved, but guys in Davis my junior year were trying to construct a "slingshot" with surgical tubing to lob snowballs at the library entrance from the top of Davis. I liked Pete, he was always up to something fun.
Apparently Peter loved throwing snowballs (Maybe why he came to Carleton.) He and I traded efforts trying to hit the clock on the union. He also hit me between the eyes during a snowball fight junior year, when I was coming to his aid. He should have been a pitcher. Not sure if he was involved, but guys in Davis my junior year were trying to construct a "slingshot" with surgical tubing to lob snowballs at the library entrance from the top of Davis. I liked Pete, he was always up to something fun.
Pete was a good friend with whom I kept up a correspondence for nearly 50 years. Together we listened to early 60s music, quaffed a beer or two and discussed the challenges of chemistry courses.
I agree that he was a mean snowball thrower. He hit me several times spilling my books onto the snow. He was also an excellent Rotblatt player. I miss him.
I am really reassured to hear that Pete was a prankster. I was in the first co-ed floor at Goodhue and the upper floors, including Pete, would play tricks on us from time to time. In Spring Some large leaved weeds growing out of the lake looked just like Rhubarb. I made a “rhubarb” pie. It came out golden crusted with juicy pink filling. I offered the pie to Pete. He was initially quite surprised at my offer but accepted it enthusiastically. One bite and I high tailed it out of there. I always meant to apologize. It was the only prank I pulled at Carleton.
Pete was a secret jock. Oh, maybe he didn't have the strength or girth to be a big jock, he had wiles when it came to strategy and that sardonic giggle to wash it down with. We all had our niches at Carleton, and Pete's was that.