Pete the Magic Dragon
For 10 years, I was involved with a project in my community called “Art of Peace.” It was a week-long series of events to promote messages of peace. One of our communal offerings was a yearly “Peace Concert,” and I was in charge of that part of the programming.
In 2016, as part of the concert production, I arrived at our small local airport in Texas to greet the inbound flight from Dallas. Onboard was our special guest performer: singer/songwriter Peter Yarrow.
Peter was one-third of the famous musical group Peter, Paul and Mary – most well known for “Puff the Magic Dragon” and their recordings of “Blowing in the Wind,” “If I Had a Hammer” and “Leaving on a Jet Plane.” Another fun fact about Peter, Paul and Mary is that they performed at the 1963 March on Washington where Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. delivered his “I Have a Dream” speech.
I am aware of Pete’s complicated history. And with his recent passing (on January 7, 2025) at the age of 86, many people are struggling with reconciling his personal failings with his status as an icon of folk music and peace work.
I struggle with it too. But for today, I want to share my personal encounter with Pete.
In 2016, the Peace Concert featuring Peter Yarrow was a nearly sold-out show at our local theater. That night, Peter delivered. His music, message, and voice were as powerful that night as it had ever been.
As preparation for the show, I spent some time on the phone with Peter’s son, who shared with me his father’s preferred routine when he visited cities. He said one of the must-haves for Peter was a trip to a local Chinese restaurant.
Once Peter got off the plane, we hugged and I welcomed him to Tyler. As I drove him to his hotel, I told him we were going to stop for lunch, and he was pleasantly surprised when I stopped at a local Chinese restaurant called Ming’s.
He wondered out loud, “How did you know this was my favorite thing? I am so happy right now.”
I told him I had inside information from his son. So there we sat on the wooden chairs in Ming’s – me with my lo mein and Peter with his chicken and broccoli.
And then the call came.
He saw that one of his friends from New Jersey was calling, and Peter asked if it was okay to answer the call while we were eating. I said, “Of course, do whatever you need.” He put his fork down and put the phone to his ear to say hello to his old friend.
Immediately, he asked how Nathan was doing – the friend’s grandson. I could see the look on Peter’s face turn sad as he said, “Oh no, I am so sorry to hear that. Can you please tell Nathan that I love him and I am thinking about him?”
“Oh, is he there? Well, put him on.”
While he was waiting for Nathan, he cupped his hand over the phone and whispered across the table to me that this young man (the grandson) had a neurological disorder and was just told he had to go back to the hospital for another round of surgery.
Then Nathan got on the phone and Peter began talking to him like he was his own grandchild. “How are you feeling? I heard you have to go for another round of surgery. Please know how much I love you and want you to get better.”
“What? You love Puff the Magic Dragon?” Me too!” Peter said.
Then he asked, “Hey, would you like to hear me sing the song? You would?”
And right there in the middle of Ming’s, Peter started singing a verse of Puff the Magic Dragon:
Puff the magic dragon lived by the sea
And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honah Lee
Little Jackie Paper loved that rascal Puff
And brought him strings and sealing wax and other fancy stuff
He wasn’t singing it loudly, but everybody heard it. And I am positive that no one in the room knew who he was. All they saw was an older man singing Puff the Magic Dragon on the phone to somebody.
If this wasn’t amazing enough, after Peter finished the first verse, he asked Nathan to sing the chorus. I watched Peter mouthing the words along with Nathan as he sang from the other end:
Oh, Puff the magic dragon lived by the sea
And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honah Lee
Puff the magic dragon lived by the sea
And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honah Lee
He then told Nathan he had to go finish his food. He told him again that he loved him and that he would call his grandfather later. He finished by saying, “I hope you feel better.”
Then Peter hung up the phone, picked up his fork and ate the next piece of broccoli.
In Jewish thought, we are taught that we can experience godliness in brief moments of awesomeness. These are called sparks of I-Thou – when we move from mundane interactions to holy connections. They are all around us, but we need to discipline ourselves to see when they occur. This was one of those moments.
And for Pete, he was not performing before a crowd. He was not getting paid. He was just sharing a little bit of music to bring joy into someone else’s life.
And that is worth everything.
Thank you, Pete.