I remember Pete and their house.
When I came along Pete was going to college. I would see him at the "house" during college breaks.
I remember him as being so mature and offering me advice on several topics.
A lot of Counts hung at his house. Mike Benedetto was living there and Pete's sister was there also.
They had a pit bull named Piggie (I think).
The thing was solid muscle. In the tree outside they had a rope tied to an inner tube attached to a limb. The end of the rope had a knot.
Piggie would jump up and grab the rope. He would hang there fighting and swinging for an hour!
Piggie would bring a ball, a key lime or other object and set it down next to you. He would sit there and stare at the object and dare you to go for it. If you made the slightest move he would snap it up with the "jaws of death " One day when I was sitting on the couch with my legs spread, Piggie placed a ball between my legs about 1/4 inch from my privates. Of course everyone in the room, led by Barry Evans cheered, laughed, shouted and encouraged Peggie to go for it.
I sat there for what seemed like in eternity, frozen in fear, until Piggie got bored and walked away. I might add not one of my good Count brothers came to my aid!
Leonard Wolff aka Wolfie '59
PETE CHOSE TO DIE AT AN EARLY AGE. HE BELIEVED THAT DEATH WAS PREFERABLE TO TRYING TO LIVE UP TO THE EXPECTATIONS OF AN OVERACHIEVING FATHER. THE BEST THING I EVER DID FOR PETE WAS TO SHOW HIM THAT HIS FATHER COULD BE BESTED AT SOMETHING. TO NO AVAIL THOUGH, IT WAS ME BEATING HIS FATHER AT CHESS.. PETE COULDN'T BEAT HIM.. BECAUSE PETE COULDN'T COMPETE WITH HIS FATHER, I LOST A TRUSTED AND VALUED FRIEND.