Tuesday, December 8, 2020
I first met Frank while he was a student of mine at Governors State University. It turned out that my old neighbor when I was growing up, Stan Blahut, was an iron worker with Frank's dad. We became friends. He was the first person I visited Las Vegas with. He took me all over the Strip. We stayed at the Riviera. One of the best times of my life. I've been addicted to Vegas ever since. I also remember the Rolling Stones concert we attended on a cold October night in Chicago. I'll always miss my friend. Godspeed Frank!!
