It's so hard to say goodbye to Mark Eskin, because he was so full of life, love, and music. I met Mark and Florence on a trip to Liverpool in 1991, and we've been friends ever since. One of my favorite moments in Liverpool was watching Mark on the stage of the Cavern, playing guitar with raw energy and excitement, and knowing what that moment meant to him. We traveled back and forth many times over the years between our homes in Chicago and Connecticut, and Mark, Florence, and I have wonderful, happy memories, but there are two that really stand out in my mind. One time in the Catskills, Mark and my son Jeffrey (aged 14 at the time) played behind Tony Sheridan, and it was a kick to see them all having such a great time together. And probably the most moving moment we all shared was when Billy Preston came to our hotel room. Billy asked my son if he had ever written anything, and he said yes but was too frightened to play guitar in front of Billy Preston. Mark took him aside, comforted him, and gave him the confidence to play an original song. That's what I think of when I remember Mark -- the ultimate musician and friend. Mark and Florence, I love you both! JoAnn