I just returned from the UK where I was able to take a break from the Arsenal Futbol Religious Experience (more on that in a future post) and visit an old friend in Wales. My friend Mark died on the 16th of April in 2003, at 29. Mark and I share the same birthday, May 25th, so it was fitting that I was able to be over there for it. I was able to stop by and refresh his cache of American flags that Kristel, his wife (or I guess widow, which is still hard for me to say) sent over with me. I took these shots of where he now rests, which is just across the street from the house he grew up in. Here is his beautiful view of the Welsh countryside. You are missed mate.