Here again he looks like a poster child for the US Navy. Frank was very proud of his service. I always remember him wearing his Navy denims long after retirement. The long sleaves rolled up enough to show his Hong Kong tatoos. I got my love of drawing from Frank. When he was home on leave I would sit on his lap while he would draw a ship in the back of a paper bag. There at the kitchen table he would sit drinking his Pabst Blue Ribbon, eating radishes and teaching me how to draw. Yep, he often gave me a a couple of swigs of beer durring the lesson.
The lessons usually ended with he and mom having a blow out fight over something.