I met Frank in San Francisco in 1977, and I remember so well his kindness and generosity. I introduced him to my parents, who lived near Chicago and were great Cubs fans. Frank invited them to call him whenever he was in town to work, and he'd arrange for passes for them to see a game at Wrigley Field. They took him up on the offer several times, often sharing a meal after the game. They were so proud they knew him, and he was a charming, entertaining dinner guest.
I haven't been paying attention to baseball for a very long time. I only learned today of Frank's passing nearly a year ago, so please forgive the lateness of the family condolences I'm sending now. But I also know that the first anniversary of a loved one's passing can be very difficult. So I hope you'll be a bit comforted, even at this late date, to know that the memory of Frank's gentle calm, professionalism, and delightful sense of humor are still cherished by old friends. RIP, Frank.