One Kind Word

My Friend, MARK

My friend MARK went missing on August 13th.

Two weeks later, his body was found in a park by his home in Oradell, NJ.
According to the Press, since there was no sign of struggle, it is expected that it was a suicide.
To any of us who knew MARK, this seems incomprehensible.

In an industry of occasionally towering fuckheads, MARK was the rare person who was always always level-headed and kind.
He went out of his way for people.
An Agent, he represented his clients with Grace and Humanity;
He emanated Respect, such a rare and treasured quality,
And in so doing, he won the Respect of everyone, industry wide.

He was a first class Agent,
The kind of man who was just so good at what he did —
Yes, at Agenting,
But moreso, (more…)

Ordinary Days

Hula HoopOrdinary Days
Messy and Clunky
And with So Many things needing to be worked out
Who can tell
Where we are heading or What we would like or When it will all be Fixed??
In the final Act of THORNTON WILDER’s OUR TOWN, Emily asks, ”Do any human beings ever realize life while they live it every, every minute?” (more…)