My parents, Martha and Robin Arnett, lived across the street from Pat and Pete for many years. My dad, man who held very high and sometimes almost unreachable standards for friendship, held Pete in the highest esteem. Dad would sit on the porch on Forest Ave. soaking up the sun, drinking his iced coffee and commune with Pete. Dad particularly loved Pete’s neighborhood parties! Pete’s large loving heart, his sense of humor and willingness to always lend a hand will be greatly missed. Who knows, maybe he and Dad are whooping it up around a keg eating raw oysters and having a grand old time! ~ Stacey Arnett