Frank was a good ol' boy. Our greeting to each other was not, "Good morning." or anything like that, but rather "Frankie, baby!" He would always answer "Joey, baby!" I shed many tears on September 11, and shed many after. I didn't know who survived at first. Then I saw Frank, Jr. on TV desperately looking for his daddy, showing his dad's picture to everyone. I'll never forget your daddy, Frank. He was a man's man. A real gem, priceless! I think of him all the time and will always keep his smile alive in my heart.