I got in touch with an old friend from Tri-Cities today, and got some sad news. Another friend from those years was diagnosed with lung cancer last September, and the day before he was due to start chemotherapy, they discovered that the cancer had grown at an alarming rate, and he passed away a month after he was first diagnosed. Mark was always health-conscious and in great shape, and he never, ever smoked. We always laughed that Mark went to an early morning aerobics class of women; he was the only guy. For him to die of lung cancer is the supreme injustice.
So I write this in memory of Mark Edward Massart, 1954–2008.