Peter was a senior when I started at McGill and was a member of my fraternity, Alpha Delta Phi. I was 'out' in high school in Baltimore, but hadn't come out yet as a freshman and pledge.
Wow. What a handsome man. Peter was tall and lean, curly blond hair, horn-rimmed glasses and a little mustache. He was clearly patrician, from a good old Montreal family, both smart and bright and athletic.
Peter went into Architecture School and I didn't see much of him except for occasional alumni weekends.
The next I saw Peter was getting off the ferry from Fire Island late in the summer of 1984. He told me he had been coming to Fire Island for several years. As I got on the ferry we quickly exchanged phone numbers and I looked forward to seeing him the following summer, especially in a bathing suit. Its amazing the way the sun makes a blond man's body look just golden.
That was the last time I saw Peter, smiling and golden.
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