Russ Bik

Written by Russ Bik:
Posted on September 22nd, 2009 at 10:57 am
Go Back to Remembrances

I first met Frank in the Cardboard Jungle when we were students at Cal Poly. We roomed together, worked as part time electricians, and eventually joined the Navy after graduation. After discharge he returned to SLO and I ended up in Silicon Valley, but moved back about 15 years ago. Frank, along with Gary Dove, Jim Chernoff and sometimes Roger Volk and I have been meeting for lunch or dinner each month since then.

four amigos

Of all the people I have known in my life, Frank had to be one of the most exceptional. More than just a good friend, he had the ability to make you feel like you are the most important person in his life when you are talking to him. His sense of humor and compassion stand out, but beyond that he always had some special quality I could never put my finger on but always wanted to be around.

Where ever Frank is now, I suspect that the halls are echoing with the sounds of Bullwinkle J. Moose and Wolfman Jack. I will miss him greatly.

Written by Russ Bik:
Posted on October 1st, 2009 at 9:47 am

I remember that blue International Harvester truck. I don’t know where he got it painted, but when we took it to the car wash (the kind where you do it yourself with the spray gun) the paint started coming off. So much for that. Frank always fantasized about having a big truck with a number on the side (like 1023). He figured that way it would look like it was part of a fleet.

He couldn’t make the truck bigger, but he could make it sound bigger. He found a couple of big air horns from a semi and mounted those. They ran on a tank of compressed air we would fill at the gas station. One day we were going down the road, and came upon this work crew looking down a manhole (I guess they are called person holes now). We were able to drive up close without being noticed when I let loose with the air horns. This one old guy (prolly younger than us now) must have jumped three feet in the air believing he was about to be mowed down by an 18 wheeler. Great fun!

We had many other good times in that truck like when we would be dispatched several times a week to repair the gate photocell control at the Avila Beach Inn. It would always fail in the early afternoon when the sun was in a certain position and a light colored car drove up. By the time we got there (and charged our minimum 2 hour fee) the sun had moved. I can’t repeat in this family forum the comments of “Fritz” the German-speaking hotel manager about that gate except to say that Frank, as usual, did a perfect imitation complete with accent.

Gary, you said it best, there aren’t enough people in the world like Frank.

Buss Rik (my Frank bestowed nickname)

Written by Russ Bik:
Posted on October 20th, 2009 at 2:53 pm

A picture from Pam of Frank behind his golf cart.