It is like losing a father. Mark Haines has died at age of 65.
Right now I thought of it, I think I did dream of him right before I wake up this morning. I dream I was driving on a rocky freeway road on the way to see if I can meet Mark and Erin in the tv studio. I went into a building and there is a vending coffee machine. Next to me is Mark and a black fat lady. I ask if they want one also and I buy them coffee. Could not find cups and the amount of coffee came out just one third of the full volume. Then I say good bye with them because I have to go home. But Mark looks happy and very humorous like he always did. Did not see Erin at all during my trip there. Well, that is all I remember now. Don't know what this means. Hopefully someone does.