Mr. Harris was an inspirational principal and guide. As I suffered through depression, family issues and many problems in middle school, he always made time to talk to me in his office and told me stories of his struggles throughout life. We always laughed and shared a passion for music, discussing concerts that we had attended or instruments that he wanted to play. I will always remember Mr. Harris as he made a huge impact on my life.
Sent on 11/29/2014
The twinkle in his eyes. That’s what I’ll remember.
The expression that enveloped his face just as he was about to tell me something funny or interesting or gossipy.
Mark and Pablo, sitting on the porch steps, beers in hand, like a couple of mischievous schoolboys plotting the next adventure or recounting, with pride, the last one.
His ponderings about the fate of the Tighty Whitey Man.
His enduring admiration of my septuagenarian mom’s snow shoveling ability.
And I just loved, loved, loved when he would address my mom as “dude”.
Yeah, it’s the twinkle in his eyes....
Sent by eseramur on 04/11/2014
Mark was a friend of my friends who then became my friend also. Mark was a super guy in all respects. My sympathies go out to Mark's lovely family and especially my close friends in his Milwaukee circle (all of you). This is a tough loss, and thoughts of him run through my mind constantly since he passed.
In the past, Halloween parties were an especially fun part of the year when Jake Pickel and I would go up to Milwaukee to DJ the parties. Mark and Erin were among the great costumes. I miss Mark.
Sent by jamiedayonline on 01/11/2014