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He was incredibly personable, very giving, very caring, very compassionate. The press painted him with that rough exterior, but for the most part, he was just a regular guy. I remember I had gotten a call that my dad was being taken to a hospital in New York. As you can imagine, I wasn’t in the most jovial mood. Frank was doing his best to cheer me up… I remember I went to the bathroom and when I came out, lo and behold, there’s Frank. He had emptied out a pack of unfiltered Camel cigarettes. He stuck like four cigarettes in each ear, three cigarettes in each nostril. And he had about 12 cigarettes across his lips. And he’s just staring at me like that.