I know this of my father-in-law . . . He deeply loved his family. I was fortunate to have many interesting conversations with him about growing up in Vienna, Austria. Although he was a stoic man his eyes always lit up when talking about Alice and the kids. He would never say much, but if I listened closely and watched his face his abiding love for his family always came through. He had a wonderful sense of humor and always enjoyed good conversations. Pete was a very intelligent and inquisitive man. He never stopped learning and his curious nature made for our very interesting conversations. My most memorable time with Pete was touring the Holocaust Museum. I was blessed to have his personal insight into one of the worst times in history. He grew up in those times and I remember his forlorn face as he told me about standing 10 feet away from Hitler as a young boy. I will remember his stories and his life always. God bless you, Pete. You are truly one of a kind in my life. I miss you.