Wow. I have followed his work for a long time. My father grew up on east 11th st in brooklyn, across the street from the Frazettas. After wwII my dad apprenticed with Frank's father, Al, to learn the craft of stone setting. Sometimes, when things were slow, dad would interact with Frank (who was somewhat younger). Frank would draw the most amazing and detailed pictures in chalk on the pavement. Then the rain would wash them away. Interestingly, my father holds the distinction of teaching Frank to ride a bike. He will be missed.