MadMaggie

Blue Skies, Frank!!! A couple of days before Frank went home to that great drop zone in the upper upper atmospheres, a bunch of us went over to say goodbye. We took over the house, (his relatives were very understanding, even gave us beer), and we told him lots of loud stories, laughed and cried, and gave him a great sendout. Yes, of COURSE we sang to him. Hinckley tradition. You could tell he knew we were there because his breathing would change when different people talked to him. When we were leaving I went over one last time, and when I said "Bye Frank!" he mouthed "bye" right back. A great guy. An honor to have known him. Quote