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PETRI, Kim Eugene, November 15, 1951 - April 2, 2011. Kim was born to Delmar (deceased) and Carole Petri. Survived by sons, David and Jeffrey Petri; twin brother, Jim; brothers, Vince, Paul, and John (Tracy); sisters, Toni (Jonathon) Cotton, and Jene Petri; aunt, Ginny (Jim) Zillman, Wausau, WI; cousins, many nephews and nieces. Kim graduated from Palo Verde High School in 1969, served in the U.S. Army 1969 - 1972 and served in the National Guard. Memorial Service for Kim were held at Grace to the Nations, 6180 E. Pima St., Tucson, AZ 85712 on Wednesday, July 6, 2011 at 2:00 p.m. Donations can be sent to The Marshall Home for Men, 3314 S. 16th Ave., Tucson, AZ 85713.
Published in the Arizona Daily Star from June 15 to June 19, 2011
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Bruce Stirling
During our senior year (my single year at PV), I only went to one other student's house. I think Kim was from Wisconsin, and I think he was new to PV, too. Kim invited me over, where I met his many brothers, along with his next door neighbor, a cute girl he had a crush on. He and his brothers were into motorcycles and riding them in the desert. My parents told me I could never have one, so I was excited. Kim and his brothers had quite a few bikes and Kim showed me the basics of riding. So off we went on two dirt bikes into the desert. My first ride ever was on Kim's Kawasaki 250, which was apparently, too much bike for this beginner. I followed Kim along desert trails, up until the point he downshifted and slowed to go up an embankment. Things happened fast, and I couldn't brake quickly enough. I banged into him from behind. Oops. I was seriously embarrassed. Fortunately, I slowed down almost to a stop, but I saw the look of incredulity on his face. He was good-natured about it, but he must have thought something was seriously wrong with me. Fortunately, no bike damage, but Kim never invited me to ride again.
We also made it to Mt. Lemon once to see the snow and tube down the slopes, in what also proved memorable. Another PV lady on the slope (who I think I recognize from the yearbook) asked if she could join me on the tube and go for a ride. That was a big moment for me. I got to wrap my arms around a pretty stranger, hang on tight, and bounce and slide down the hill, thanks to Kim. Never saw her again. Maybe I hung on too tightly.
Finally, at year's end, Kim said he knew of a party graduation night. Not sure what happened to Kim and the party that night. I walked from PV down Calle Betelgeux and home to bed. Never saw Kim again. I am sorry to see he departed too soon, along with all of the others on this list. The few interactions we had left an impression.