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Franklin Allan Pershep

Brooklyn, New York

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Like a Kid, With Bagels
To his co-workers at the Aon Corporation on the 93rd floor of 2 World Trade Center, Franklin Pershep was the Bagel Man. First he would bring in two or three dozen to celebrate someone's wedding, promotion or new baby, said his daughter, Stacy, then later, for no reason. He bought them at a shop near his home in Bensonhurst that Stacy also visited. "They'd say, 'Oh Stacy, your dad was here, he paid for your bagel and coffee this morning,'" she recalled.

"Oh, he was so corny, so corny," she said. "As a little girl I remember saying to my father, `When are you going to grow up, Dad?' and he would say, `Why? Why do I have to grow up?' " Mr. Pershep, 59, loved his story of the Incredible Shrinking Cubicle. He knew his co-workers were pushing in the walls of his office a tiny bit each day, but he wouldn't let on that he noticed, even when he had to turn sideways to get inside. His daughter didn't know what he had done first to deserve such a prank, but she thinks it was probably something good.

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I was thinking about you today Frank, you were such a funny kind man. You visited our office one day in PA with bagels and apparently you ate many of them on the way to our office. You called our office every morning and I loved talking with you. When I saw what had just hit the new the morning of Sept 11th I called you immediately and you did not pick-up, I did this for many times that day praying you would answer. You will never be forgotten Frank.

Spoke with Trevor today about you, my daughter who is 22 still talks about you every year. Rest easy , but keep them all on their toes Mark

Frank was a great person. Friend and broker. He is missed.

Remembering you today Frank. Working with you was always fun and the fond memories will never fade .

Remembering you today Frank . Working with you was never dull and the fond memories will not fade .

Frank used to call the London office, where I worked, nearly every day. His particular skill was calling just as I was putting on my coat to go home, but I always picked up the phone because I knew it was him. He would regale us with various tales, always full of joy and glee, especially when he spoke about his family.

Hs loss hit us hard, like a light had gone out. Even now, if the phone rings about home time, I think of him, with sadness but also with a smile. He just loved to...

Hello friend, you are always in my mind Frank. Miss those late night phone calls to London. Your genorosity was second to none!! You were special.

I know watching down and blessing. I imagine how proud you are of Stacy. Handling so much with grace. Godspeed. Hugs to SPF ... she was something vv special. ❤