RIP, Peter

Peter Freyne died today. He was one of the people my bosses at my very first "real" job out of college managed to snag from the competition at the time, convincing him to come write for their brand-new newspaper.

When I wrote a column about PolackPappy's battle with cancer, he stopped me on the street to tell me how impressed he was with my writing, with my honesty, at such a young age. I didn't really grasp what he meant then. I do, more so, now. And I feel honored to have known him.