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K Mark Schofer

I wanted to quit for the night, but I didn’t. One last ride uptown and that would be it. There she sat in the back seat asking me to put on some jazz. I made the mistake of glancing back in the rear view mirror. It destroyed my evening.

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.