but what my son could so poignantly. (Click on title for link)
The one point on which we disagree is "totally" irresponsible. No matter where we were, Frank managed to find a job, usually teaching but sometimes doing bench chemistry. I believe his happiest times professionally were working with his colleague and friend, Jerry "McLick" Mendeleyev. Jerry and Frank worked together in the early '70s as postdoctoral fellows writing numerous articles that were published in refereed journals. When Frank moved to San Francisco about 4 years ago he reconnected with Jerry and they started writing again. Frank was 75. Although his body had begun to fail him, his brain labored on.
They wrote three articles, the last of which they circulated to a number of professionals in the field of theoretical biochemistry. Frank called with joy in his voice about three weeks ago to say that one professor at Berkeley, a former MacArthur fellow, had asked to use their paper in his seminar series. At long last he gained the recognition he so deserved for more than 40 years of intellectual pursuit. I believe it was this event that allowed him to let his spirit go beyond this world.
Finally, as Jonathan so aptly defined him, Frank was a teacher. The letters from his students and former students were some of his most precious possessions. He won innumerable teaching awards and one group of students bought him a briefcase when he left their school inscribed with a tribute to his teaching. I remember one GWU student called after taking the MCAT exam to say that she graded the highest on the organic section of the exam and that she owed it to him. Organic chemistry was the bane of many students' pre-med studies, but Frank made it not only comprehensible to them but made the subject a joy to learn.
God bless you and keep you, Frank.