Not long after I first met Mark, he taught me how to make a sound closely resembling the wind blowing. One evening, months later, Mark and I spotted each other in a grocery store. I began making the sound of the wind as I walked toward Mark. People around us began to look and then smile. As we stood next to each other, we laughed and then continued shopping as before. So many stories like that that will nourish my smile for many many years to come. I think of him as the wind blows. Thanks Mark. Dave Koranda