A shout out to Frank from the big guy(who is dying I hear)
Yeah, the big guy probably wants me to continue on with that story dedicated to him, but I dropped that. I'm not sure, but I wonder if a massive heart attack (tune up the violins) shortens one's attention span so that one ends up not finishing things he's started. That's been pretty much the story of this life since May 8, but I hope to God it's only temporary, that it'll pass.
In case that's news to the big guy--which it probably is--franksolich too is terminal, but one hopes not for a very long time yet. For someone who compulsively chain-smoked cigarettes from mid-summer 1978 (I picked up the habit in Springfield, Massachusetts) until May 8, 2015, I got off damned lightly. The damage could've been a Hell of a lot worse, but God apparently likes franksolich.
^^^the above posted not to brag or anything, but to illuminate the big guy on the status of franksolich, nothing more than that.