Paul Anderson, friend

I have a memory of driving with Pegi somewhere late at night on a city street when we stopped for a stop light and she noticed a man in a parking lot clearly angry at a young woman and abusing her. Like a shot Pegi was out of the car and chasing after the guy, yelling at him to let her go. Amazingly he did and took off leaving the woman behind. I’ve often thought about that young woman and how lucky she was to have Pegi in her life even if was only briefly. I was lucky too.