Peter and Mary have been on some great vacations with us and other close friends - usually 6 to 10 of us in the north woods of Wisconsin and in a villa in Jamaica.

We think of Peter as the Lone Ranger, and Mary as Tonto, the loyal companion. In Wisconsin, Peter was usually up at dawn while we slept, having a hearty breakfast at whatever restaurant was open by 6 AM. Then he would take Mary away from her reading (Mary is our resident intellectual and expert on books,) and the two of them would go off fishing while the others did their thing. Henry and Vivian would bicycle, Lloyd and Merle and Melva would be off at tennis, or the whole crowd except city-boy Merle would hike in the woods.

In Jamaica, Peter kept his Lone Ranger credentials by making a deal with a taxi driver to take him across the island to explore a distant city or place. By evening he returned to spice up the happy hour with tales of his adventures.

Hi-yo Silver, awa-a-a-y. We're ready.

From Merle and Melva Kingman

My memories of Peter Senn span over three decades during which Peter has played in our poker group. I attach a recent photograph of the game at my house in which Peter is sitting in a contemplative fashion, either trying to stay awake, trying to remember what game we're playing, trying to determine whether to bet, raise or fold, or generally trying to look alert and astute as opposed to the rest of us fighting the onset of senility. Peter has coined some memorable locutions in our poker games, such as giving very special names. Like when he turns up a six Peter will call a "sixer from colixer" or when it's an eight he'll call it an "eighter from Decatur". These homilies, coupled with Peter's recollection of playing "troop ship poker" and the glacial speed at which he will turn in his cards at the end of the game "show downs" have made Peter a special fixture in our now-over-thirty-year-old poker game.

One memory sticks out vividly. As we get older we've put in a 30-second limit on discussing our health problems, which tend to multiply at an exponential pace as the years go by. When Peter had his open-heart surgery we allowed him a little slack and gave him 45 seconds to describe the whole procedure and his recovery. Peter, showing that he can condense when he has to, did the report in the time allotted.

We look forward to many more Friday evenings of poker with Peter, as the game unquestionably wouldn't be the same without him.

From Lowell Sachnoff