Mark and I shared a truck while we were in high school. It was a little Isuzu pickup. Here’s a picture: Mark and John Carter were the ones who first…
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Mark and I shared a truck while we were in high school. It was a little Isuzu pickup. Here’s a picture: Mark and John Carter were the ones who first…
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This is a story I regularly tell people when I want to get a little sympathy for having a crazy upbringing. My Dad was long in charge of scouting when…
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Mark would occasionally let me drive the car home from school when we were both attending Morgan High together. And that usually meant we had a car full of people…
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I don’t recall why we were going to Park City, but I know that’s where we went. It may have been for a game or just to meet up with…
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This is another one of the activities that we did regularly, so I don’t have any real stories, per se, but I can describe what we would do. I also…
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Unlike my brother Danny, who tried to get away from the police in Morgan in a car, Mark and I did it on foot. And we succeeded, whereas Danny failed…
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Mark never told me who, exactly, came up with the name or the idea, but he did introduce me to the “sport” he called “bedapping.” Mark probably came up with…
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My sister-in-law asked me quite a while ago to write down some stories I remember of my brother Mark who passed away last year. I made a list of stories…
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When my aunts and uncles were out here visiting a couple weeks ago, it reminded me of some stories from when I worked in the orchards one of them ran….
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