Mark Lewis was something far beyond a mentor. Mark could take a room full of jaded college students and turn us into children, because here was this bearded man in suspenders, three times our age, asking us to play. Here was an educator looking us in the eyes, saying "I love you", and meaning it. You walked into Mark's classroom, and whatever crap you carried on your shoulders disappeared. I think I assumed Mark was invincible because for three months, every Thursday night, I left his classroom feeling invincible too. Learning that he's passed.... it takes your breath away. Hearing you behind the wind tonight. Rest in peace, friend. I love you. We all do. So let's never stop telling stories.