Missing Mark
Last fall I lost a good friend. The death of Mark Schwartz wasn’t unexpected – he had been battling cancer for a couiple years. A mutual friend reminded me that life goes on, but that there’s still a legacy with Mark that can’t be forgotten.
I agree. In the absence of a city history museum, it’s difficult to really figure out how such legacies are preserved and remembered.
Yes, I’m rambling a bit. I did all the writing last fall about Mark’s accomplishments and his mark on this city.
I miss hanging out at Mark’s house, listening to his tales as he made old school Jewish chicken noodle soup. I miss the political debates and the heated discussions about this city’s future.
My connection to the old style of City Hall ward politics and civic service is gone. Someday, hopefully, we’ll figure out a way to make sure Mark and folks like him aren’t forgotten.
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