Frankie...

I hope at this point anyone in Dallas reading this blog knows about what happened in our community this week. If you don’t, go read that fitting tribute by Pete Freedman, as well as this one by our friend Bill Holston. I only knew Frankie and only know Frank from seeing them at the Kettle gallery and Dada. Obviously I now feel connected to Frank. I don’t know what else to say about this, or how to possibly reach out to him. The place he now inhabits, and will be, where I still am, it is indescribable and unknowable and unique for each person within it.