Mark Haines was taller than I expected.
He was also nicer than I expected.
But not too nice.
Mark was not the sort of guy who would come running over to say hello when I dropped in for a visit to CNBC headquarters. If I saw him in a hallway, he'd shout "Janie!" on his way to one of his infamous smoking breaks and keep on walking.
I loved it.
Yep. Mark called me "Janie". My dad called me "Janie." Very few people do that. Very few people are allowed to do that. It always made me feel good to hear Mark say it, because he was like a big, rough, teddy bear of a dad. I will miss him humming the theme song of "Green Acres" before coming to "Jane Wells, down on the farm!" And I'm glad we all got to see another side of him the day Erin Burnett left.
Approval from Mark was rare and, therefore, valuable. In what may have been the last time we appeared on air together, I reported on the risk to rice farmers from the rising Mississippi floodwaters. I mentioned rice "blending". Mark's reply? "I learned something today, I had no idea they blended rice."