I want to say goodby to a dear friend. Mark Krumbknocker, known to most as "Wheels" died recently in Blacksburg VA. It is hard to explain how much he meant to me, and hard to explain to those who didn't know him, and even those who did, how he lived his life. You only saw Wheels after dark. He never answered his phone or opened his door. He never called. He placed sheets over his window the stop the sunlight from invading his world. We would try the secret knock and sometimes he would open his door. And when he you always felt honored. When I was with wheels I never needed anything. He gave all he had to his friends. When I needed a friend, a beer, or just to hide, Wheels was there. There is now way to describe the energy I felt around "Wheels". I spent many a night drinking beers till sunrise, talking about life, the universe, dreams. I always felt pride on those rare occasions when he would come over and leave his hiding spot, and share some time with me and my friends. Everyone who knew him loved "Wheels". My best memory is of a night about 2 years ago, We were sitting in his apartment and he looked up and said he saw an angel over me. And he told me that he was watching out for me. and that it was good. And now I think that wheels is there watching over me. resting from the hard life he had and finding peace at last.