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Some days this is exactly how I feel

I saw this the other day and thought you all could relate to how I miss Pete.

Submitted by Angela Ratliff


New Year’s Eve

Awww, isn’t that cute :)

Submitted by Mike


Pete at Christmas

Such skill! At Rich’s house I would guess.

Submitted by Mike


Pete on New Years Eve…

So many great memories on New Years Eve at Christine’s house.

Submitted by Mike


Happy New Year!

1993 at Lopat Pool for Senior day.

Submitted by Mike


Class of 1993

I’m pretty sure Mike is thinking, ”I will BURN this shirt as soon as I get home.”

It’s funny now to think about celebrating high school graduation like some great accomplishment.

Also, it’s funny what one could get away with wearing for shorts in 1993. In our defense, we’d been swimming. I have no excuse for the shirts, except to say, ”Screw you. Those were awesome.”

Submitted by Rich


Best bully

Whenever I think of my middle-school years (which, not surprisingly, isn’t all that often) I remember Pete, Mike, Scott, and hanging out constantly. Which is kind of funny, considering that I was actually kind of a bully back then.

In sixth grade, for example, I did absolutely ludicrous things in Mr Chavez’s ”Employment Orientation” class – an incredibly useful class which dutifully prepared young P’burgers for aspiring careers in carpentry, masonry, and wire splicing – and constantly blamed them on Pete. I claimed I knew how to solder, and after melting an entire spool of it onto the floor, I claimed that Pete wasn’t doing his part right. While building a brick wall, I threw mortar everywhere and told the teacher that it was Pete’s job to clean it up. I nearly set my block of wood on fire while drilling a hole into it, and then subsequently did the same to Pete’s, somehow managing to get him in trouble for smoking the class out.

For his part, Pete sat directly behind me, and egged me on. When I got yelled at for putting my feet on the desk, not finishing my work, or causing some minor catastrophe, Pete was always there to whisper in my ear: you gonna take that?

No. No, I wasn’t. …which got me into considerably more trouble. But I made an amazing friend in the process.

Submitted by Rich



In recent years, Pete and I didn’t ”exchange gifts” so much as ”buy awesome crap without regard for price, and then give it to each other.” It was like an arms race of Christmas gifts more than anything else. And frankly, he almost always won. He’d plan for weeks, having shirts printed up, or ordering signed original comic art. Some truly cool stuff, most often wrapped in horribly offensive paper.

Submitted by Rich


Meeting Pete

It took me awhile to be able to post on here. I have so many memories of Pete.

Rich’s previous post reminded me of the day I met Pete. It was our first week of high school, in freshmen gym class. It may well have been the first day of high school, period. Thus, no one was comfortable, knew anyone, or wanted to be in freshmen gym with Mr. Thompson.

We were outside, in small groups, feigning practicing kicking a football either off a tee or with someone holding the ball. Pete was in my group. This was 1989, so Pete was wearing white sweat pants rolled to his knees, and weighing all of 98lbs on a good day. On his feet were high top Converse sneakers. He was looking good, people.

It was his turn to kick, so he took this huge running start, much more than needed. Think Charlie Brown, ready to kick the ball from Lucy. Well, much like Charlie Brown, he completely whiffed, missed the ball entirely, and landed flat on his back. Poor guy knocked the wind out of himself, and lay there sputtering, gasping for breath, and a bit mortified.

Me and one other kid sort of picked him up and dusted him off, and didn’t make a big deal out of it. On the way back to the gym, 30 minutes later, someone chuckled, and the three of us laughed so hard we nearly fell over. We hung out in gym class every day for the rest of the year.


Submitted by christine suplick

High School Chemistry

You’ve probably heard this story already – it was one of Pete’s favorites.

In one of our high school science classes – I’m going to say it was freshman honors general science with Mr. Yannick, but I could be wrong – Pete and I were partners whenever possible. One of our first ”lab” assignments was to make ball-and-stick models of molecules. Our teacher said something to the effect of ”pick your favorite molecule, and model it with the parts you have.”

When we were done, the teacher went around to each group and asked which molecule they’d constructed, and what elements it contained. Most groups would say something like, ”We made Methane. It has one Carbon and four Hydrogen atoms,” or ”We made Carbon Dioxide. It has one Carbon and two Oxygen molecules.”

Of course, when he got to Pete and me, Pete busted out with, ”We made a dog! It has a tail that wags. Ruff, ruff!”

The class, predictably, lost it. And the teacher (I believe it was his first year of teaching) was predictably flustered. Unfortunately, he insisted that we come up with the proper chemical name for our pet (I can’t remember what we came up with) and explain what each ball and stick represented. But it was still totally worth it, and I always think of our little dog molecule whenever I look at those models.

Submitted by Rich