Farewell to Frank

My dad, Frank, at his wedding rehearsal dinner, 1958. His bride, Gabriella (my mom), is to his left in the off-the-shoulder dress.

Dear Readers,

This is not the newsletter I intended to send out this week. It is with sadness that I share the news that Francis Rudolph Marchetti, my dashing, dependable, dry-witted, even-keeled, book- tennis- and Italian win…