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K Mark Schofer

Most everybody was in a bad mood anyways. It was a perfect night for soccer, just not for our team. This guy starts down the aisle and stands glaring at somebody in a middle seat.

Little known to him was he stood there blocking the view of quite a few people. The game was still close then.

He yells.

“Dude you are in my seat, I am in 2F.” He lobs across the bounty and stands blustering a while longer.

The person in 2F looks up confused.

“Get out my seat, I have my ticket right here.” echoes out of the center of the universe.

“Dude you are section 119. This is 118.”

Says our brilliant seat mate a row below us.

We did lose by three goals.

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.