Mark In My Life

“Look over there, Tonto, outlaws. Let’s get ‘em!” exclaimed Mark, and off we’d go down the row of apple trees on our trusty steeds (stick horses) to capture and arrest the bad guys. Northwestern Indiana is mostly flat, open pastures or crops. It was expansive and a little intimidating, especially when a breeze was blowing. Mark would shout, “Hi-o Silver!” as we galloped across the pasture. He, of course, was the Lone Ranger and I was Tonto. His imagination knew no bounds. There was never a boring day with Markie around.