Bad news, I’m afraid. Frank Davis died in his sleep on Friday night. It was peaceful and painless, which is a mercy at least.
Franks was always a calm and steady voice among the blogging world. He wasn’t given to the wild rantings I, and others, sometimes give vent to, even though he faced the same smoker-persecution as the rest of us.
Well, now he’s gone to the Great Smoky-Drinky in the sky. I hope he saves us all a seat because we all go there in the end.
Rest in peace, Frank. We’re going to miss you.