I received the news today that Frank Brennan passed away last night.
Frank was 80-something years old. In his younger days he was a knock-down brawling blackout drunk in the Marina. Those were the days when the Marina was a tough neighborhood filled with teamsters and longshoremen, not a yuppie neighborhood filled with frappuccino-swilling cellphone symbiotes and joggers with boobjobs.
I used to see him around a lot, and he’d always greet people with his line: “be your own best … Read the rest
