Some of my best childhood memories are of my summer visits to the Stolt farm in Drake. Mark and Myron were a few years older than Cindy and I, but were always willing to include us (in between doing chores). I remember hours and hours of playing in the hay lofts, swinging around way up high, in what I now realize was not the safest of ways. The drove us around their various hot rods as we made our way from toddlers into the teen years. I know he convinced me to touch the electrified fence once, and there may even have been an adventure with Vodka and Mountain Dew in our later teen years. You are so missed, Cousin Mark!