Eric Pitzer
I remember the first time I met Frank. It was probably 1995 and I was 12, he was picking up me and maybe my brother to go to probably some Boy Scout event. Frank's energy was unreal. He drove safely, but like a madman through the neighborhood. Missing turns, backing up, making us crack up the whole way. He was an adult clown, with an unmistakeable twinkle in his eye. He made that car ride so fun. It was a gift. Every time I met him after I remember that car ride. He made us feel special. He made the experience unforgettable.