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In 1965, Frank was in Military Training. The Tactical Department at United States Air Force Academy. He had previously flown the KC-135 aircraft.

Since we graduated thirty years ago, I have overcome many of our cadet prohibitions and acquired one wife (the same one since June, 1958), six horses, but no mustache. If I had it to do over, I would pass on the horses and grow a mustache instead.

I also tripled my academy time by spending an additional four years at both West Point and Colorado Springs. I must say the latter eight years on faculties were certainly more enjoyable than the first four with you guys. The six years I spent in Washington with OSD and the JCS, however, more closely approximated the many pleasures we had as cadets -- particularly our Beast Barrack sojourn. In between these interludes, I managed to be an air force pilot including flying the friendly skies iof Vietman and operating a bomb wing in North Dakota.

Life remained active upon retiring from teh Air Force in 1982. Both Kay and I were cabinet members in the Republican administration of Pennsylvania's Governor Dick Thornburgh. She did education and I policy and planning. After leaving state government, I went off to build a convention center in Philadelphia until the new Democratic governor decided that the rotten Republican (me) had to go if the city wanted any of his money. From that experience, I learned about golden parachutes and how to enjoy the truly "private" sector. I am now a vice president with a major independent power producing company and offer a discount to any classmate who wants his own power plant.

In 1954, I boarded a train from Chicago to Beacon, NY knowing very little about West Point or even how I was supposed to get there from Beacon. Somehow I arrived and the shock of that first "drop that bag, mister" stayed with me in various degrees for the next four years. I was convinced that the incessant academics and military regimen were trying to drown this laid back kid. The battle raged and I won because it was harder to quit and explain why than to put up with it. This was the first good decision I made in my young life. It's ironic that after being so unprepared in 1954 that I would spend an additional eight years at military academies teaching cadets.

My military and civilian lives during the ensuring 50 years, with the exception of the tragic losses of my son and wife, have been great and I have had a number of wonderful breaks. Whoever eventually pressents my eulogy, should report that other than my two family losses, I would not have wanted to change on thing.

White at Camp Buckner, I vowed upon seeing Air Force jets swoop over during a training exercise that if mny eyes and class standing were good enough that someday that would be me. I was married and in pilot training a month after graduation, and I had the privilege of flying for 20 of my 24 years in the Air Force. In retrospect, I actually had three careers within the military-- pilot, professor, and policy analyst. What other service would allow an officer and pilot to get a PhD and to teach at the Air Force Academy, West Point, and the National War College for 9 years and spend 5 years in the Office of the Secretary of Defense and the Joint Staff? I owe the Air Force a great deal of thanks.

I just realized that I have been working in the private sector for more than those 24 military years. this period included my being a Cabinet Member in Pennsylvania, building a convention center in Philadelphia, running energy companies following the deregulation of electrical generation and, the most satisfying, succeeding my late wife for fours at Headmaster of a private high school for top athletes. This latter event changed my life when a beautiful and talented woman came to the school to enroll her nephew. While the newphew left after two years, Connie stayed, and were were married in 2002. Just when I thought this history was complete, life changed. My energy company was adquired by a large utility and I signed on with TDX Power to work with Boeing and construct power plants at various Army installations worldwide. It seems fitting that after almost 50 years, I'm back with the Army for what is defitely my farewell tour. Connie and I live in Park City, Utah, along with two dogs and a horse, while I continue to produce kilowatts.