Happy Big 5-OH to one of my favorite people! It was so long ago when Mark landed on my doorstep at The Arizona Republic. I believe it was 1990. I was running the sports copy desk at the time when this young, eager whipper-snapper showed up to work the agate desk and do anything else that needed to be done. I still remember that he ALWAYS called me Mr. Hill. I told him that wasn’t necessary. He insisted. Was he sucking up to the boss? Perhaps, a little. :) But he was also a very polite person in general. And he was such a great, conscientious worker and a good guy to have around. And then I remember he started showing interest in the cute little sports page designer who worked in “the cave.” And the rest is history. Happy Birthday, Mark!