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K Mark Schofer

I put on a run occasionally and choose to end the runs in a park below the railroad tracks. After our runs we usually have a few beers in the park with a bit of a ribald ceremony. We usually go right past it gets dark.

And there is predictably the unstable, usually inebriated people in the park. And that’s a rude assumption of mine. There is one in the park. , sometimes more than one. It is the proverbial other side of the railroad tracks. Which makes it kind of cool.

On the one hand I choose to end my runs there because nobody is going to bother us.

Of course this where I end up running into people with lives less fortunate. Most people would say it is foolish, but I usually get in a conversation with the random people who walk the park. They have interesting stories to tell. And also stories that will haunt you.

Empathy can be a dual edged sword.

The idea of a sword is also a bit absurd

Life is absurd at its best.

Enjoy.

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.