Sorry to hear that Frank left us way too soon.  AT WDSU I remember working with Frank on several projects, including getting a camera and ENG receive location at Lakeway. I got all of the groundwork done as far as engineering the project then turned it over to Frank to work his magic. Frank "rescued me" several times from the transmitter during hurricanes as they didn't want me to stay at the site. I always enjoyed when Frank would wear his WW2 gear to the station. He will be missed by all.

I have to many memories to express in this forum, so I will tell you about the most significant weekend of my life.
I've known Frank since 1970 in high school. We've lived together and our lives ran parallel in many ways. One of which was an appreciation for WWll and the machines and people who served. In October 2015, Frank invited me down for the Wings over New Orleans event, as well as a full access tour of the National WWll museum. I looked forward to seeing what Frank had been telling me about for so long! Visiting with Frank was always great and we shared many fabulous times together (including buying our Corvettes within a week of each other). His brother Ben was there as well, and the first night at his house included a demonstration of his 30 caliber machine gun set up on his pool table! My ears are still ringing!
Over the course of the weekend I was able to fly on the B29 "Fifi" and the B17 "Texas Raiders" two amazing planes in the same weekend. I fulfilled two "bucket list" items that I never even knew I had until I did them! Frank made that possible and to this day are experiences I've thought about often. I will upload two pics, one of Frank in the nose of Fifi and one of myself, Ben, and Frank in front of Texas Raiders. I can remember looking at Frank in Fifi as we flew around, and thinking back to 1970 amazed at where we had come from. Little did I know in 1970 that we'd both be flying around New Orleans in a B29 in 2015!
I love you Frank and will always thank you for being you, and for being my friend.

WDSU Team

What I liked most about working for/with Frank was that he was always honest with me and that I genuinely felt that he had a good heart and that my best interests were a priority. He will be missed and he will be remembered with fondness.

Frank felt horrible that my house and all belongings were completely flooded out by the Hurricane Katrina acid water that was up to my roof.  While my family and I were evacuated living in New Jersey, he remembered that I owned two firearms that my dad brought back from his tour of duty in WW2 Europe back in 1944. He knew about the Mauser 98 infantry rifle and a small Belgium Browning sidearm pistol carried by German officers, that I inherited from my dad. He was also fearful that both weapons may have been destroyed in the sewer water that was up to the ceiling in my house. One day, he called me from NOLA to ask if I would be ok if he went to my house to look for them. Yes, please, I said. I knew they were wrapped in bubble wrap from a trip from Chicago where they were before my dad passed in 2004. And I knew what closet they were in inside my house on Sharon and Bellaire. I told him and sure enough, he found them and retrieved them for me. He offered to hold them for me. But what he said next, I'll never forget. He said he was going to have them completely restored in perfect working condition. He even said he would pay to have the pistol restored! I couldn't believe the generosity and compassion he had to do this for me in memory of my dad. When I did return to NOLA in early 2006 to start working back in the office at WDSU, he brought me to meet the restorer of the pistol and the rifle. That's a memory of Frank that is so significant in my personal life and speaks to the kind and soft heart of the man. That was almost 18 years ago, and I will remember that forever.     

I first met Frank as we were assigned to clean the Sherman tank (inside and out) at the museum’s warehouse. We subsequently shared multiple other tasks there. Inevitably we became friends as we shared many common interest s - I took him to a shooting range in Mississippi (where he started a small forest fire!) and he took me to lunch on several occasions and we worked together on his WWII Jeep. Recall once he stopped by as I was greeting visitors at the museum and was about to give a 1-2 minute discourse on the C-47 when it occurred to me that he might like to do that. Well, at least 20 minutes later he had provided a history not only of the plane but the whole of the invasion of Normandy as well as Operation Market Garden - in remarkable detail! Both the museum guests and I were equally impressed!
Frank obviously had many friends at the museum, I felt privileged to be counted as one of them. He has left a void in our lives that will not easily be filled.
REQUIESCAT IN PACE my friend

Frank's sales crew