Everyone who knew Frank knew that he trod upon a different path. This was immediately evident as I entered his gr 10 English class for the first time in September 1975. For that entire academic year I did not have the impression of being in an "English" class, but in a kind of living laboratory where one read a great deal (we often wondered if we were given the same things to read as the "other" English classes; or maybe it was just that Frank's interpretation of what we read was more relevant to our 15-year-old minds), where one wrote a great deal (the entire year was a course in creative writing) and where one learned how to live. We weren't always kind to Frank, as adolescent humans are wont to be with their teachers; but in the end, we realized he was on our side, and we learned to value him all the more. I was profoundly touched that more than thirty years later it is I who should have become Frank's teacher. Fortunately for me, he was a much better student than I had ever been in high school. He practiced daily and diligently, and never arrived for a lesson unprepared. I shall miss most his whacky sense of humour, and cannot count the number of times he lit up a Jubilee Singers rehearsal with a joke or light-hearted observation about life. Thank you Frank, for having been there and for having made a difference. I shall never again play "Solace" by Scott Joplin without thinking of you.