Yer on a roll, Grim Reaper...
FRANK CONROY TOO!!!???
I really can't believe this. After Saul Bellow, now Frank.
Frank Conroy was one of those people who make the world... the world.
As a poet, I never had a class with him, but as a diner waitress for four years in Iowa City, I served him a good number of hot dogs and pancakes. And when I graduated, it was Frank Conroy who handed me my "Mustard of Fine Arts".
So long, buddy. You were something else, and you'll be missed. A lot.
I really can't believe this. After Saul Bellow, now Frank.
Frank Conroy was one of those people who make the world... the world.
As a poet, I never had a class with him, but as a diner waitress for four years in Iowa City, I served him a good number of hot dogs and pancakes. And when I graduated, it was Frank Conroy who handed me my "Mustard of Fine Arts".
So long, buddy. You were something else, and you'll be missed. A lot.
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I've got a picture of Frank holding a bag of mustard--not your mustard, this was 1999--on my blog. I'm missing him already. Was talking about him last night without knowing he'd died. Character and talent.
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