It's a sad bit of irony that 'The Transports' has been successfully put on several times times since Peter's death, very successfully here in upstate New York at the Old Songs Festival a few years ago.

But I think, as Bonnie, has suggested that Peter was not always a good judge of his own situation. That's part of what depression is, "looking at one's word through shit-colored glasses." And Peter had that, to a sometimes frightening degree. No need for details, but my late wife Vaughn and I did know him reasonably well and he gave us a hell of a scare during one tour over here.

Of course, life as a self-employed solo artist is really asking for it if one has that tendency. I should know (and do). It's also a way to make a place in one's life for periodic creative outpourings bordering (at least) on mania.

Do I wish that I, or any of his friends, had, had a better handle on PB's complex personality while he lived...had been better placed to help? Sure. Do I think it would have affected the final outcome ?
Probably not likely.

But I do believe he enriched this world more than he imagined. Wish I could believe he really realized that at some point, in a way that wasn't episodic and fleeting. He deserved to.