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Peter J. Schorsch, 1941-2006

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This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper.
— T.S. Eliot

These were the last words of consequence that my father spoke before he passed away in his sleep this past Sunday. That he said them two days before his death is testament to how intelligent and lucid he remained during his four-month struggle with bone, liver and lung cancer. Along with his caregivers, my family thought that he would indeed pass away last Friday, a day on which God unleashed one of the most torrent downpours to strike our area. Such a dark day, it would have been a fitting one for my dad to die.

Instead, with just a little sense of irony, my dad died on the day of the Super Bowl. An avid football fan, he always made sure to be scheduled off from work, rather than miss the NFL.

As almost anyone who knows me can attest, few sons were as close to their fathers as I was to mine. If anyone was, it was my brother, who enjoyed his own special relationship with our dad.

With him, we enjoyed happy childhoods, times filled with adventure, curiosity, experience, compassion and love. He was always taking us on special trips, exposing us to new foods, pointing out beautiful spots in nature and so on. As adults, both Patrick and I shared an amazingly rich relationship with our dad, defined by mutual respect and intellectual honesty.

Throughout my three decades on this earth, he was always there for me. While in high school, he attended all of my important events. While I was in college, he sent me some of the little money he had, each week’s mail bringing some pocket money. Even though he visited me almost every six weeks, he decided that was not enough and he moved to Tallahassee to be my fraternity’s House Dad. And when I came back to St. Petersburg, my life was intertwined with his, as we spoke almost 20 times a day on some occasions (it was an especially busy phone day if West Wing was on).

“Facey,” as he was universally known, was the proverbial Cool Dad, although there in times of trouble. He bailed out me, my brother Patrick, and “my other brother” Eric, when a group of us were in trouble for some high school hijinks.

My father was also one of the last great old school gentlemen. Once known as “Silk Pete,” and considered one of St. Louis’ best-dressed men, he grew up as the son of an Anheuser Busch brewmaster. My dad spent his life in the restaurant business, working in such world-famous locales as Brennan’s and Antoinette’s. My dad has probably trained more cooks, hostesses and waiters than Marriott’s.

But his work was just a means to an end.  That end was the pursuit of a happy existence. And no man was more successful in accomplishing his goal than my dad.

In accordance with his instructions, my family will hold a private ceremony to distribute his ashes among several of his favorite fishing spots. Flowers may be sent to my mother’s home, 449 40th Avenue Northeast, St. Petersburg, Florida 33704. For further information, you may contact me at (727) 822-7222.

Peter Schorsch is the President of Extensive Enterprises and is the publisher of some of Florida’s most influential new media websites, including,,, and Sunburn, the morning read of what’s hot in Florida politics. SaintPetersBlog has for three years running been ranked by the Washington Post as the best state-based blog in Florida. In addition to his publishing efforts, Peter is a political consultant to several of the state’s largest governmental affairs and public relations firms. Peter lives in St. Petersburg with his wife, Michelle, and their daughter, Ella.

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