James Rovano
Posted
May 03, 2020
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12:20pm
I met Mark in 1979, forty one years ago, at Phil Sladek’s Daytona Body Shop. Lots of cool people would stop there. Me? I was sweeping the floor. Working at CPH, Mark was the go-to guy at the emergency room, helping the docs to patch up whoever showed up. He was mostly a happy bachelor, but still looking for love. He found that with Jodi. Mark became a husband and dad raising three kids. He was busy with everything that entails for years. That changed suddenly with Jodi’s passing. Responsibility for raising two girls as a single parent was not something anybody is trained for. It’s a role that few men find to be easy, and for many it’s not even possible at all. Together, the family weathered more challenges over the years big and small, as families do. As the kids grew up and moved out, Mark retired in Ahmeek, helping friends and still doing occasional piano moves. Nobody could move a piano better than Mark and his crew!
Mark and I did many, many projects together over the last fifteen years. Dirty ones, heavy ones, complicated ones: projects of all kinds. He was a second set of hands, eyes, ears and another mind thinking through whatever task was in front of us. Intuitive and sharp, Mark would anticipate next steps and potential problems as well as anyone. Most projects went well, others not. He was quick to adjust to those circumstances, something I think he learned in the ER. Despite having been sore, scratched, bruised, cut and burned over the years, Mark was mostly ready for whatever we were tackling. Also having him around kept me out of the ER more than once, as he always had supplies and knew what to do.
I’d be remiss to ignore Mark’s opinions. They were often strong, and sometimes quite loud. That said, he was universally for working people and for protecting the Keweenaw. Whether politics or his union leadership when he was a RN, he would bring light to issues others would let lie and fight for the underdog. He’d tell you it was the Croatian in him.
I last saw Mark at home in Ahmeek a few weeks ago. It was nice to visit, and he was more himself than he had been for some time. On parting, we left with the usual “See you later”. I can only hope so.
