My first memory of Peter John Jr. is of us playing on the beach near our homes on West Seventh St. probably in 1966. One of his brothers caught a flounder and Peter came up to me to show me the fish. He could never pronounce my name right. He always said, “BRI-Ann.” His name was Peter but everyone called him “Sonny” back then. I never knew his real name until our kindergarten teacher, Mrs. Maas, called out his name in roll call on the first day of school at Harborview Elementary.