I remember thinking a few years ago: It's going to be weird when people start dying, because I feel like I know them through this place, but I'm not sure I really know them. And in recent years, we've lost a handful of people who I feel like I've been reading for a decade.
I think it's obvious this place has changed, and there are fewer and fewer journalism conversations. Most of what I see is bickering and fighting and thinly-veiled rage, **** you probably wouldn't say if your name was attached to it. Journalism has broken a lot of hearts in the last decade, and so talking about it the way we once did probably feels like a pointless exercise. But I wouldn't be the journalist I am today without a lot of hours of reading this place, and people like Frank were a huge part of that.
Family isn't the right word for what we are/were, but tribe is as good as any. Frank was part of my tribe. And I will miss him.