Welcome to the Peter C. Robertson Archive. PCR was my father. He was born in 1935 in Sheridan, Wyoming, and died in 1997 on a business trip to Florida. For most of his professional life, and even before — during his teen and college years — he fought for civil rights. I’ll write more about his biographical details eventually — like the fact that he was a wonderful father who loved travel, the coast of Maine, card games, the St. Louis Cardinals, fried eggs over easy (burn the bacon), trains, grilling in the snow, pretending to understand my brother’s Chem E thesis, Christmas morning, and his almost endless extended family — because I want to get to the point of this blog: transcribing and publishing his speeches and notes, as well as occasional photos and the fantastical doodles he created while sitting through years of tedious government meetings.
Peter C. Robertson Archive 
Hello,
My mother Nicole Vogel dated your father when they were in college and then again in the late 80s early 90s. She still speaks of him fondly, so I thought I would look him up to see if I could find something. I will try and go through this with her. She has Alzheimer’s now and doesn’t remember everything, but she never forgets him.
Best,
Peter Vogel
PS: I think I was named after him. Don’t tell my dad.
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