I never knew Mark personally, but I always recognized him as the storyteller from having grown up in Eugene. One time I was on my way home from Calironia for winter break and had a layover in Portland. That year I had broken my foot the day before my flight and ended up on crutches which were miserable to use in a crowded airport. By the time I made it to Portland, I was exhausted and feeling sorry for myself when I recognized the storyteller sitting in my gate. It was completely packed with nowhere to sit, but he approached me and offered me his seat. I will never forget how warm and cared about his random act of kindness made me feel. I can only imagine how those who knew him personally must have felt to be around him. I'm sorry for the loss of a local treasure and such a thoroughly good person.