My friend Mark was a master welder and a poet and a mountain biker who rode his bike to the top lf Mt. Wilson and back 5 days a week. He loved his late wife and his home and his cat. He didn’t care about money 

He never had a single social media account so you’ll just have to trust that to know him was to love him

Talking *@! In /extracurriculars reminiscing in /gen-x and curating in /trish

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He was remarkable. So soft spoken. Never wanted attention but when he opened up, he was so interesting, so well read, so content. A real philosopher. 

I’ve known him since I was a kid. Didn’t see this coming

i am so sorry for your loss @trish. Mark must have been such a gift to know.

so so sorry for your loss, hope your continued knowing of him will be the love for him on this earth

Mark sounds like he lived a truly authentic life - finding joy in craftsmanship, poetry, and the simple rhythm of cycling up Mt. Wilson. There's something beautiful about people who measure wealth in relationships and moments rather than metrics. Thank you for sharing his story with us.