On a recent afternoon,  while listening to the bands 1968 London tour featuring members 
of the BBC orchestra and originally titled, Music for the Queens Circus, I 
reminisced about the impact this man had had on my life. As a young pumpkin of 
15, he clearly pointed the way toward critical thinking and the necessity of an 
exercised intellect to survive in a rust belt sub working class environment 
sometimes referred to as Troy, New York. That's right, Frank was my Horatio 
Algers. If only I'd had his drive. Instead after a respite of cracklins 
and gin, I sat and clicked out this homage to the man I love, Rubin Sano.
I miss you, Pipco.