To paraphrase John Lennon, “All we are saying is give Pete a chance.” The intersection of Western and Petaluma Boulevard won’t be the same without the Honkytonk stylings of John Maher, aka Petaluma Pete, and his bright red upright piano. People, take to the streets. Erect barricades, Storm the halls of power. Let you voice be heard. Oh, that’s right. I forgot. This is Petaluma. Such clamors of outrage are saved for protesting proposed asphalt plants situated next to a river dredging spoils site (acres of fish poop) at the outskirts of town.