I've often felt that one of the best ways to get to know someone comes when it's too late. In the past I've mentioned savoring every word when it's a writer's final column, or a TV or radio personality's last show. Just when I think I know someone well enough, they surprise me by retiring or moving on, and it's only then that we discover fully the interesting person they really are.
No where is this more true than in the passing of Marty Frank last week. Up until he died Tuesday, the most I knew of him was that he was the first president of Waukesha State Bank to not be a member of the Taylor family. Through a three column, 52" long death notice - with a full 8" devoted to service organizations he belonged to or presided over - and a front page Freeman story Saturday, I learned that this was the gentleman I should aspire to be; a kind, dedicated, devoted friend and family man.
Through Saturday's story and a Wednesday Journal Sentinel obituary we learned he loved, understood and sympathized with people. He was calm, respectful and had remarkable patience. According to his close friend, Don Taylor, Mr. Frank was the best person he knew of for getting along with others. Mr. Taylor also said that he was the luckiest person in the world for having known Marty Frank.
At this point I wish I would have know Mr. Frank better -- the only time I talked to him was to complain about a fee I didn't think was fair charged on my checking statement. Mr. Frank, as well as the Taylors, didn't have a fancy office as you'd expect, but kept their desk out in the open close to the main lobby of the bank. No walls or doors kept customers from meeting the down to earth people in charge of their money, and I appreciate that. Mr. Frank made sure my account was credited.
Rest in peace, Marty Frank, and thank you.
