My good friend Mark (shown here in the middle) died last week.  Some of you reading this knew him.  I'm pretty shocked about the whole thing.  He was, well, he was Mark.  I loved the guy.  We had some great times.  The last time I saw Mark was a few years ago when he, my brother Carson, and I meandered around the streets of San Francisco until the wee hours of the morning.  I'll never forget that night.  I kept forgetting to give him a call while he was down here.  That's going to sting for a while.  So for all you who knew and loved Mark, let's all take some time to remember how he made our lives a little brighter.  Here's to you, my friend.