March 28, 2011

Peter’s farewell tour: Stop #1, Tucson

In his 12 years in Tucson, Arizona, Peter pulled together a wide network of friends and associates. Many of them gathered February 20, 2011, at the home of Lowell Thomas to comfort each other and begin Peter’s farewell tour.

Peter’s farewell tour: Stop #3, Toronto

About 40 friends, relatives and old buddies gathered on March 19, 2011, at the Canyon Creek eatery on Front St. in Toronto, to wish Peter farewell and to trade stories. As usual, such gatherings are bitter-sweet. We all miss the big guy but it was great seeing old friends after a decade or two.

Some pictures follow.

Peter's farewell tour: Stop #4, Kingston memorial

On Sunday, March 20th we gathered with childhood family friends, the van der Kooi's and the Bayly's, to remember Peter. Thank you to all who were able to join us.

Also much appreciation to Rev. Jack Bennett and the staff of Rideaucrest who helped to make this occasion go forward smoothly.

Pictures follow.

March 14, 2011

Peter’s farewell tour: Stop #2, Ottawa

Peter would have enjoyed it, I'm quite sure. Seventeen friends from the world of words, car racing, jams and business gathered to share stories and drinks together March 12, 2011, at Maxwell's bar on Elgin St. in downtown Ottawa.

It was wonderful to see you all!

Here are a few pictoral momento's:

March 13, 2011

Peter's baseball days

Back in 1981, I (Jeff Larocque) was manager of the Balmy Arms Bruisers, a pub league, three-pitch team. Peter held down first base. We played other pubs in the "Beaches" area of Toronto once a week in season.
Peter makes the cover of Bruiser News

March 9, 2011

Painting on the balcony

On my visit in 2004 I spent some relaxing time on Peter's balcony messing about with pastels and paints while enjoying the view of 'his' mountain.

Tucson landscape images

Peter loved the Tucson area. This set of pictures shows part of the reason why.

Slideshow:early years and more

Family and friends over the years

A Signature Trick

I met Peter at Humber College in 1972. We’d both enrolled in journalism. He had just turned 18. I was 20. Between classes we often went to the gym. Peter was fit and lean, and just out of high school football.

One of our regular stops on the gym circuit was the trampoline. I still have vivid memories of Peter’s signature trick. He called it the dead man’s drop.