I have often spoken of my meeting with Frank in 1961, when I was 21, applying to Harvard for a Masters program. Coming from a Bronx housing project background, with a BA from a free public college in NY, I did not expect the gracious, respectful welcome from an interviewer of applicants. But Frank went the whole distance. He took my coat, pulled out my chair, and listened closely. Then he volunteered that all of the applicants from Queens College had been the best students, and enthusiastically supported my application. Later on, when I had been assigned to an advisor who was discouraging of my ambitions (“What makes YOU think you could apply for....?” ) I asked Frank to be my advisor instead, and he happily accepted. Now these 60 years later, having received a doctorate from Harvard, and practicing as a clinical psychologist, I have never forgotten his kindness, way back when I was just a kid from The Bronx. I was happy to run into him at a concert at Sanders maybe 8 years ago, and to thank him again in person. And he did remember me. So sad to learn he is gone. He left behind many who loved, liked, benefited from, and remember him with deep affection.