School Story
I remember at one retreat we were sitting around a circle listening to Frank talk about commitment, honor, accountability… All the wonderful things he used to instill in us. There was a bat in the rafters at this lodge (I think we were at Camp Moran) And I was sitting next to Bill Black (trombone- rhythm section). He teased me and put his hand under the hood of my sweatshirt and flipped it up a few times, like it was a bat… and I screamed out loud. This was in the middle of the beautiful and inspirational talk with Frank. I was completely embarrassed lol!
When we were in Europe, I was carrying a box full of mic chords down some stairs after an outside gig - I think it was it’s the Montreaux Jazz Festival. I was so excited apparently, I tripped down the stairs… I yelled out a bad word… can you imagine which one it was? And Duane Summerville didn’t miss a beat and yelled out “Quiado!” (We had just sang Funquiado so it made sense to me… hahaha!) I landed right at Frank’s feet, so he caught the whole thing. Later I apologized (profusely!) for my poor choice of words when I fell, and he said, “I didn’t hear a thing,” keeping my dignity intact. Love that man!!
