He could be maddening sometimes. When he worked for me, he would play Rogue even though there was plenty to get done. The last straw was when Roberta found him asleep in front of the screen -- which was showing Rogue.
He was also enormously loyal, and inspired several memorable characters. Those who read Lucifer's Hammer, Footfall, and Fallen Angels will know the kind of person Frank wanted to be and sometimes was.
Many years ago when I rode motorcycles we rode up to Northern California along the Pacific Coast Highway. I didn't know much about the machines, but Frank kept both of them running -- and managed to sing for our supper. He had brought his guitar. I was willing to pay for drinks in order to get people's stories, but Frank saw to it that we never had a bar bill. It made for a memorable trip and I collected a number of characters.
So Hairy Redd is gone. We'll miss him. Farewell, old friend.
This aye night, this aye night, every night and all Fire and fleet and candle light and Christ receive thy soul.
From Brig o' Dread whence thou may'st pass, Every nighte and alle, To Purgatory fire thou com'st at last; And Christe receive thy saule.
If ever thou gav'st meat or drink, Every nighte and alle, The fire sall never make thee shrink; And Christe receive thy saule.