marc lent me his scuba gloves for the state semifinal football game my senior year vs gonzaga when both sides of the mountain were snowed in and it was minus windchill in spokane. I returned them in shreds and he was just amazed but would not accept a new pair. He also introduced me to the taste of octopus which I am addicted to until this day. His son Mark would always share his star wars creations with me and my mom would tell me stories of how tires would roll down the hill into their family yard in bremerton. My mom passed about 7 months before him that same year. My condolences to your family. He was a very special .man.
