Pals

To a good friend.  You will be missed... Frank Bradbury

I don't have a lot of words right now (I know that's hard to believe).  I met Frank my first day in the 6th grade.  He was my locker partner and had my back from then on.  You name it and Frank and I probably did it.  We lived together, went to ISU together, ran and trained together, attempted to pick up girls together, skydived together, ran the Indy Mini-Marathon and bunch of other races together, went to Mardi-Gras, Woodstock, Panama City, Niagara Falls, Indiana Beach, Talladega and Charlotte for Nascar, and any other event that "we just couldn't miss".  He was my wingman for as long as I can remember.  He was my friend.