My very first day on campus. I left my room at East heading for 3pm practice. Mark lived next door. He was getting on the elevator as well and heading out. But he noticed my face was red and eyes watered something terrible. He asked "talk to your folks?" I actually had just before I left so I answered "yes." "It's cool" I think he said. Then it dawned on me he though I was in tears when, in fact, my eyes were killing me as a result of hay fever (mid august, pre-Claritin days). I did make it known. But wow. Mark cared for everyone he encountered regardless. Such a great person. Later on, as we were upperclassmen, and his team got a training table in the Union, he would hook me up with dinner if I was "studying" there. Turns out we also had common friends - those kids I grew up with on Grant Boulevard as a kid. Man. I wish we stayed in close contact post graduation. But he's missed. Thanks for listening.
I see Chase Bank is accepting donations: A bank account has been established on behalf of Mark Harris. Anyone can donate to the ďMark Harris Family Fund.Ē Checks/funds should be mailed or delivered to:
111 E. Wisconsin Avenue, 2nd Floor
Milwaukee, WI 53202