Sad news indeed. I knew Frank and Vivian when BHN was just starting out, when they lived on Long Island, as I did. They would set up at shows and give away free back issues of BHN in order to encourage subscriptions. I'd published some articles in SCD by then, but Frank made the decision to give me a monthly column, where I vented about random topics and generally made a pest of myself. Like the internet today, but without the really dark meanness.
Anyway, I continued to write for BHN for several years, and parted ways when Frank changed it from a tabloid into a slick magazine, in an attempt to capture significant newsstand sales. I never doubted his love and passion for the hobby, and for many years, he was a key figure.
Damn. The number of friends I've lost is outnumbering the number of friends I still have. Isn't that a capsule definition of getting old?
Alan Kleinberger
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