IN YESTERDAYS COLUMN about Bobby Clarke, which will appear tomorrow (Friday, Oct. 27) on the Inquirer's op-ed page, I ended with the words "it made me believe I saw evidence of that missing angel in every happy, scarred and painted face I saw." This is what I was talking about. That's Bobby Clarke on the left, smiling at the reception he received from members of the James "Froggy" Carr comic brigade of the mummers parade when Clarke walked into Dirty Frank's bar on New Year's Day 2005.