Thank you everyone for your kind comments, prays, & thoughts.

Frank was 70, the oldest of the seven of us. He died after months of dealing with an infection gone septic.

He lived the full life he wanted, which I guess an outsider would summarize as "an old hippie" https://twitter.com/Chris_arnade/status/1314748069532119040

He was tracked as the "gifted kid who tests off the charts, graduates college, then goes to NYC to work in biz", but quit that pretty quick ("fake town, fake people") to live in Laos & Thailand for years before coming home to live in the woods, drive a truck, &, uh, sell drugs.

The dabbling in drugs things culminated in federal drug trafficking charges after a rancher in our tiny town found a DC3 stuck in the mud -- A large part of towns younger male population was arrested -- he was easily acquitted because he didn't have anything to do with that deal

After that, he spent the next two decades in China, Taiwan, Singapore, working for a global shipping company (yes, the jokes we made), before returning to live in LA with his wife Elvie and their son Glenn, where he was proud to get one of the first licenses to grow marijuana

He was brightest, as measured by shear CPU, of all 7 of us. As the youngest (me) of a large family you get to watch & learn from siblings & Frank taught me that being "bright" was a crutch you could easily use to live a shallow soulless life, but that you didn't have to do that

Frank had a lot of experiences, jobs, earlier in life, before settling down, but I still think the most cinematic was as an accountant for a traveling circus in Venezuela in 84

He ended up having to run away from it at midnight after a clown tried to kill him. So there is that

Here is the official obit