Frank and I were best friends in school, starting back in 7th grade. We built forts in the woods, had side-by-side paper routes, and picked strawberries together a summer or two. We'd take the bus to Seattle, just the two of us, and spend the whole day visiting Pike Place, Ivar's, and going up in the tallest building on the west coast – the Smith Tower. There was no Space Needle or big bank tower back then.
In high school, I was the better student, but Frank was better with the girls, largely 'cause he always had a car, I like to think, anyway. When Frank totaled his first car, I was in it with him. I ended up in the hospital for several days with a badly mangled leg. Frank came to visit at day 2 in my hospital room. He drew back the drapes and proudly showed me his "new" car parked in the lot below. Frank always had a car.
In the late 80's, when I moved back to the area, Frank and I, both then divorced and in our 40's, picked up again – like old times, but this time I had a car, too! At one point, Frank was dating a United flight attendant and I was dating her friend – another lovely United flight attendant. I'm telling you – it was having a car!
Several years go by and Frank is remarried. A girlfriend and I visit Frank and Marilla at their home. While the ladies maintained a matronly presence, Frank and I totally regressed into our bygone adolescence as we got to laughing and joking about our school days. That was more than 20 years ago! Frank and I saw each other a time or two in the following years, but for more than a decade before his passing, Frank and I had not spoken. To this very day, I don't really know why.
I never said to Frank, "I love you, man," but I think he always knew it. We'll get together again one day, and it'll be just like school days all over again. Rest in peace old friend.
Gayle and I had the good fortune to visit with Frank down on the Long Beach Peninsula. We shared a good lunch, toured the home he had down there, and shared some stories. Both old and new. R.I.P. to our friend.
Ron Ruosch
Frank and I were best friends in school, starting back in 7th grade. We built forts in the woods, had side-by-side paper routes, and picked strawberries together a summer or two. We'd take the bus to Seattle, just the two of us, and spend the whole day visiting Pike Place, Ivar's, and going up in the tallest building on the west coast – the Smith Tower. There was no Space Needle or big bank tower back then.
In high school, I was the better student, but Frank was better with the girls, largely 'cause he always had a car, I like to think, anyway. When Frank totaled his first car, I was in it with him. I ended up in the hospital for several days with a badly mangled leg. Frank came to visit at day 2 in my hospital room. He drew back the drapes and proudly showed me his "new" car parked in the lot below. Frank always had a car.
In the late 80's, when I moved back to the area, Frank and I, both then divorced and in our 40's, picked up again – like old times, but this time I had a car, too! At one point, Frank was dating a United flight attendant and I was dating her friend – another lovely United flight attendant. I'm telling you – it was having a car!
Several years go by and Frank is remarried. A girlfriend and I visit Frank and Marilla at their home. While the ladies maintained a matronly presence, Frank and I totally regressed into our bygone adolescence as we got to laughing and joking about our school days. That was more than 20 years ago! Frank and I saw each other a time or two in the following years, but for more than a decade before his passing, Frank and I had not spoken. To this very day, I don't really know why.
I never said to Frank, "I love you, man," but I think he always knew it. We'll get together again one day, and it'll be just like school days all over again. Rest in peace old friend.
Alix Useldinger (Edwards)
Frank reminded me of a good looking Italian boy, in school. Always nice, friendly and fun. See you on the other side, we can garden together.
Rick Heiberg
Sorry to hear about Frank; I remember him from our many years of growing up in Edmonds.
Don Thorne
Gayle and I had the good fortune to visit with Frank down on the Long Beach Peninsula. We shared a good lunch, toured the home he had down there, and shared some stories. Both old and new. R.I.P. to our friend.
Jim Passi
i remember him well we had same shop class
i still think about my old friends i miss a lot of them