You were always a cool dude, Frandi, and by no other name: never Alexander, maybe an Alex or two, but always—"Hey, it's Frandi!" I always enjoyed your company during the knucklehead days of dodging the teachers at Herricks Jr High—all those chains hanging off your wallet, what a racket you made! When I think of you, the memories still are good, wholesome, and full of innocent youth, and that's how you continue to make my life that much better. Rest well, my ol' friend and neighbor, Frandi.