What’s the most effort you’ve ever spent on a meal? Was it worth it?

I remember running my first marathon. I ran a very respectable three hours and twenty minutes. The entire last six miles I had all these foods running around in my head. I was famished and thought it would be the best meal I ever had.

It wasn’t.

It may have been the most enjoyable as I got to sit and have a meal with my dad.

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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