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.
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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.