For Frank

Where to begin?

I suppose from the beginning.

Thanks Frank.

Thanks for being a friendly face since day one.

Thanks for not beating up on any of the new kids even though it would have been easy.

Thanks for finding a home in 444 and welcoming me into it.

Thanks for your absolute, constant, undeniable, whole dedication.

Thanks for cultivating a community that wouldn’t be the same without you.

Thanks Frank.

Thanks for shredding on *DEEP BREATH*

All-Night-Long-and-Do-Watcha-Wanna-and-Go-Lane-Go-and-Beginnings-and-Varsity-Anthem-and-Cash-and-The-Hey-Song-and-on-Calabria-and-Get-Lucky-and-Happy-and-Crazy-In-Love-

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*GASP* and on the countless songs I can’t name... and even on Ode to Joy.

Maybe I’m biased, but they couldn’t have sounded better if Maynard Ferguson himself was playing instead.

Thanks for discovering the gap chair.

Thanks for playing Smash Bros with me during fourth.

Thanks for showing up early and setting up the seats.

Thanks for showing up early and for saving me a seat.

Thanks for singing spongebob with me and, more seriously, thanks for showing me the type of man I want to be.

Thanks for crying when I cried when Aaron died and thanks for sticking by my side. (my right)

Thanks for bringing my folder out and for my nickname. (It wouldn’t have stuck without you.)

Thanks for the ‘Just Do It”s and the “Here we go BOOOOOOYS”s too.

Thanks for showing me the basement, it means a lot, and thanks for your speeches! (you know what to do)

Thanks for Taps and the Trumpet Fanfares and for the Jeopardy's and for the “Thank YOU”s

Thanks for the Flygt of the Wrists, and thanks for 3 years of musical bliss.
Thanks for the whistle, and tell your dad thanks for the knife, your mom thanks for the cake.

Thanks for the invite and thanks for nodding even when I wasn’t right.

Now, I know it’s not the end, and I know we still have tour, but I wanted to tell you thank you before you walked the floor so:

Thank you Frank.

Thank you so much.