Mark, reading this brings back the memories. From our time at St Jerome and then on to St Joseph. May you continue to run through the hills of heaven.

Mark and I ran track during our sophomore year. Mark was a strong runner, and he became a good friend because of his outgoing personality and his ability to, seemingly, be comfortable in almost any situation. He called Collinwood his neighborhood, and I believe he had a number of sisters in a large Irish-Catholic family. We went to a few mixers where Mark would walk up to a girl at the dance and make comfortable conversation, later taking her out to the dance floor. Quite an accomplishment for a sophomore. I did not have that level of confidence. At the end of our sophomore year I decided to transfer to Borromeo High School in Wickliffe, and our paths did not cross thereafter. I later heard that after graduation Mark joined the military - where he served as a lineman, which I believe was his father's profession. I eventually heard that Mark continued this career in civilian life, but sadly fell off of a high tower to his death. I believe this happened when he was in his 20's.