I didn't know Mark Lewis very well. But I do remember listening to his tales many an evening after hours. He could captivate an audience with his silence or make it roar with a whisper. His was a gift of the bards and prophets. I shall miss your stories sir but know that they stirred my soul. Let those of us who remain not cry at his passing but rather bask in the glory of the tales he passed to us. Let us keep that story telling spirit alive by letting new tales flow from our lips. And let us share the gifts he so wonderfully shared with each of us.