I was thinking about it and discussing it recently with a fellow '67 alumnus, and have come to the conclusion that Mark was really one of the best guys we knew at DHS: just a solid and dependable all-around great guy who listened, was accepting and supportive - and who enjoyed a good laugh, but never at anyone else's expense.

Mark and I lived across the street from each other in Deerfield from 6th grade on. Will always remember dancing lessons at DGS (anyone remember those) in I believe 7th grade. Whether it was his Dad or my mom driving us to dancing, this was the scene. Mark and I in the backseat, he's hugging one car door and I'm hugging the other! I'm not sure a word was ever spoken. But fun times otherwise goofing around in the neighborhood. RIP Mark.