Mark died yesterday.  What a jerk.  He had an MI and  died – and now Marcie (behind the pole next to Liz) has to clear out the barn and run the company and feed the dogs and be without him. 

That's Mark holding on to the tent pole at my wedding in August 1989.  He's talking with Richie. 

Liz is helping Mark hold up the pole.   When Mark got Married, Richie, Liz and I drove for 20 hours straight and got there 10 minutes late.  Dead Mark.  I hadn't seen him for a few years – but he was the kind of friend who I could call every 6 or 12 months and we would pick up the conversation right where we left off.  Not any more I guess.  :-(  I'll miss you, Mark.