We shared the appreciation for photography. Bob had taken amazing slides of his travels in the 50's and 60's with family which I was able to go through and select some digital/prints. Bummer assignment! 

My Dad loved to drive, and when I was in middle school living in San Francisco he bought a volkswagen convertible bug.
He used to pick me and my friends up (Geoff Tuller, Stephen Peterson) and we'd go cruising with the top down at breakneck (but safe) speeds through the Presidio. So much fun - for some reason we called this 'shaving', I think because it was an alternative to 'cutting' through the presidio.
Later, he taught me to drive a clutch in that bug by taking me to the steepest street in SF - i think it was Jones, and making me start from a dead stop using the hand brake. 
When I was 19 and in the dumps living on my own in the downtown, Dad picked me up in the bug and we went to the Sierras on a 10 day trip. I had a favorite hike near Johnsville that started about 15 miles down a dirt road- a jeep trail really. Dad drove that bug down that road at 2mph to get there. When we were done, the springs were completely shot.
 

I met Mr. Fritz once.  He sang the most moving song to Pete that I will never forget.  I'm sure the title of the song must have been "Love Her."