He was a caring, authentic looking Santa Claus to many thousands, he was a playful Leprechaun to thousands more and he was a dear friend to most he met. Pete was a songwriter, a folk singer, an activist, a performer, a free soul, a fun guy who had a million friends. Pete died the day before Christmas and the world is an emptier place. You might not agree with a lot of things Pete said but you’d sure fight with him for his right to think and say them. He will be missed a lot.
Not too long ago the son of one of my best friends (The best man at my wedding) in Michigan paid a visit to the head office of Consumers Energy which is one of the […]
Dear Max, It’s Memorial Day and I’m thinking about Korea and about you, Max. You and those other G.I’s they carried off on liters from that damn, beat-up powder-topped hill we called Old Baldy. We […]
It must have been very early in 1997 that I first met Greg Brayton. I had written a song and had a melody hanging in my mind and, since I could not read or write […]
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