In 1990 we had a team enter the Maine Corp Marathon . It was the Reading Hash House Harriers. We ran plenty, drank beer together, went to each other’s weddings. That year as a team we actually won the Marine Corp marathon team division. It wasn’t even that close. We all ran Boston that year, we had fun.

One of our team mates passed away yesterday. RIP Fran.

I’m Mark

His friends observe Mark seems wired a little differently. Perhaps it’s more likely that noticing little things often missed by others is a relic of a quieter, simpler time. He has a way with words, which he refuses to let be hindered by sub-par typing skills. People have great stories to tell if you sit and listen.

A belief dear to Mark is that there is certain beauty in the world. You simply have to look for it.

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