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.
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