Clarkie was my roommate for 7 years of Petes scouting meetings, training camps and drafts. We had a lot of fun in those years. Clarkie started halfway through the season before I was hired, so we kind of leanred a lot together - I think he may have even took me under his wing. Peterborough was an origanization immersed in tradition and could be very intimidating - especially for me, a young rookie scout full of opinions that often got me in trouble, and Clarkie was often what got me through it. Whether it was backing me up on a player or cracking wise about another comment around the meeting room table, Clarkie always knew when was the right time to make us laugh, and when to tell me to let it go. His experiences helped shape the type of scout and the type of coach I became, and for that I will always be truly grateful. Clarkie made all of us a closer scouting team, every year, he had gone out of his way to make for each one of us a copy of "Clarkie's Christmas Carols" one of which had a rendition of Porky Pig doing Blue Christmas that will forever make me laugh and remember my big hearted friend. Whether it was a homemade copy of Steve Earle's greatest hits, or the latest gossip from the rinks, he made our Petes family a little closer each time we saw him. Those days may be gone, but those memories will always be with those of us who loved him. As much as I know Greg was 100% dedicated to the Sting last season, I know his heart would always be in those years when we worked for the Petes, and I know how proudly he wore that 2006 championship in his heart. My deepest condolences to Karen and family, I know he is somewhere, smiling down on all the life and laughter he brought to those he touched. I won't start any more wars I can't win Clarkie...
