Many years ago, when Pete hardly knew me, he allowed me to try and build one good bike out of two dead ones in his back yard, right under his bedroom window. They were there at least a few weeks (or was it months?) and when I
started the first one, it up filled his ENTIRE fenced-in backyard full of blue smoke. That was pretty damned cool. So is Pete.

I'm not sure if he's *just* nice or if he's easily taken advantage of, but I tell ya, don't take advantage of him too badly, or we'll beat yer ass! And then, if you're lucky, Pete will give you a ride to the hospital in his neato ambulance.

I love Pete more than I have ever loved anyone in my entire life including Euclid. That says it all.

Forget all those other testimonials. They were just trivial blurbs all leading up to this moment. Pete is my husband. He knows how to love and makes me laugh. He dances without moving his feet. It's amazing. He's amazing and I can't imagine what my life would have been like if we never met. Well, there would have been less animal hair and my late fees would still be mounting. HOWEVER, it also would have been sad to know that I would never meet the one who loves me more than anyone I have ever known. When I said my vows, I said I was at a loss for words. Mostly because there are so many to say about how I feel. I love you very much BPH

Once we were bowling in Santa Cruz. I think most of us were drinking cocktails, but Pete had a cold so he was drinking cough syrup. Maybe a little too much cough syrup. This did not significantly improve his bowling. After a particularly spectacular ball-flinging maneuver, Jason exclaimed,
"Jesus, Pete, you look like a Rhesus monkey in flight!"
This still makes me happy when I think of it.

I'd let Pete cut me out of wrecked car any day.