My remembrance of Peter was that he was a positive character, a forced to be reckoned with. He was never afraid to say what was on his mind and let it all go. A genuine individual and a true friend. He was dedicated, giving his all to whatever seasonal pursuit caught his interest. Football (rt guard?) Theater (annual school production), assorted clubs, etc. He was a proud Greek and I always accepted his invitation to enjoy some of his mother's Greek culinary specialties. Before one Christmas Holiday, I remember him wearing a long red and white wool scarf, whence he soon coherced me into wandering the halls of Edgemont singing "We Three Kings of Orient Are" in as deep a baritone voice we could muster. It was a spiritual moment. One I have never forgotten.
Mark Clifton
My remembrance of Peter was that he was a positive character, a forced to be reckoned with. He was never afraid to say what was on his mind and let it all go. A genuine individual and a true friend. He was dedicated, giving his all to whatever seasonal pursuit caught his interest. Football (rt guard?) Theater (annual school production), assorted clubs, etc. He was a proud Greek and I always accepted his invitation to enjoy some of his mother's Greek culinary specialties. Before one Christmas Holiday, I remember him wearing a long red and white wool scarf, whence he soon coherced me into wandering the halls of Edgemont singing "We Three Kings of Orient Are" in as deep a baritone voice we could muster. It was a spiritual moment. One I have never forgotten.
God Bless You Peter
Mark Clifton