I’m so sorry for the depth of your loss. Our loss. The world’s loss. Mark went by Nolte when I met him and he was a kind and fun coworker at a lighting store in Santa Cruz with me in our twenties. One day in the work room, I put in a muffin and thought it was for 30 seconds. I forgot about it and after helping customers I came back to the room and it smelled like smoke. Nolte had been kind enough to take care of the flaming microwave and in sky cool style he just winked at me when I was freaking out about what happened and how I was going to get in trouble. We just smiled at each other and watched the ashen microwave in the corner of the storage area and slyly walked away. My secret was safe with him. I love how he didn’t take life too seriously and was always willing to be a loyal friend. Black button up shirts and red skinny ties. And a big side smile. Sending love.