Bill Demartines
Mark is my cousin, I'm 2 1/2 years younger and always thought of him as my big brother, and his sister as my big sister. From elementary through high school our families lived next to each other. I still tell people how a few times he would let me help him with his paper route. We'd walk to the bowling alley, on the way picking up empty bottles and turn them in for 5 cents a piece. Enough to play a video game. A few times we cruised (famous) Van Nuys Blvd in his supercharged 68 Chevelle. I wish I had that car now. He and his girlfriend at the time set me up on my FIRST EVER DATE! Before the date he explained there was a thing called "French Kissing". Only a big brother, my big brother, would give me that heads up.