While replying to Margaret Lourenco’s post, a separate track comes to mind, and so to clarify: Mark and I parked in the car at the bridge crossing Dundee Rd. from N-brook into Wheeling, Wheeling side, facing east. Stopped there cuz XRT’s playing Pink Floyd Comfortably Numb, kismet for us to experience together, no walls separating our consciousnesses. Like still at 58, when the Floyd comes on, must max it up and sing out loud, pardon anybody with me. It meant the same exact thing to the two of us in that moment--“I’m never going to let that happen to me”. And we’d repeat that thought to each other over the years. And never did it become, for either of us. My Vermont lifestyle keeps Adventure in Everyday, not mind-numbing. Mark, even knowing the fight he had on his hands with bipolar, nevertheless never fell for the med cure. Complete Intellectual and Moral Honesty, what we professed to each other always, and even though it took Mark to his end, such a life-long loyalty to Self-Respect and Personal Integrity is all the more admirable now than ever.