Harry Furlong
Frank played golf with other retired HP employees. OB Brazil passed away a few years ago and it provide a spot for me to join in the group. It was comprised of Frank, Bob Eckert, Charlie Newman and me. On occasion we might decide that we needed to take a mulligan after a mistaken shot. Frank would continually say that there are no mulligans in golf and it is counted as three with the next stroke to be played. We chided Frank and had little violations just to keep him riled. He was a stickler for the rules of golf. There was an occasion for the Southern sales region of HP to have a meeting in San Antonio, TX. I was there and it was the first time to meed Frank. We had a chuck wagon meal on Earl Davis's ranch with bales of hay for tables and a real BBQ spread with all the fixings. I was serving beans and Jalapeno peppers and telling the guys from the East that they were Texas pickles. Frank told me I was a mean guy to lead them astray like that. Later I was sitting down by a tree eating the Jalapeno peppers with beans and BBQ to show them how good they were. Much later in my career I was in sales in the Richardson office. I would need to get an instrument checked out prior to shipping overnight to a customer. I would approach Frank to see if he would check it out. Depending on his mood, he might or he might not. If he didn't choose to do it, I would tell him to just give me the label and I would apply it and ship the instrument. If it had a label on it HP would take care of any problems under a year warranty. I always had a great time with Frank and he will be missed by everyone. I pray the grace of God on his household. Love, Harry Furlong