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K Mark Schofer

Went to an Of Montreal concert with a long time friend. The Wonder Ballroom only has standing seats. We briefly sat down in the bar and enjoyed a beer. We were one of older people in the audience. This gal walked up to us complimented us for being content and happy. Bless her heart she thought we were a couple. I had to explain our wives were at home, hoping we were having a great time.

I don’t know if that ruined her night. I really could not say anything different. I did tell her that took no offense. If everything went according to plan what stories would we have to tell. She also admitted she had a bit to drink.

Hello,

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.