Peter Franke
Many of you forget that in the early days of C/D NY (early 80s), I was head of print production. My staff, at least in the early days, consisted of Scott Salmon and Peter Franke.
We had a code word. When one of us needed to go out for drinks at the end of a hard day, we would just walk up to one of the group, say "shitface," and off we'd all go.
Scott Salmon called me a few weeks ago and suggested a pre-holiday reunion. Peter almost refused to come unless Scott and I promised we weren't going to wuss out and just have a few drinks. Peter wanted a class-A "shitface."
And so we met at Old Town. Scott arrived first and claimed that he had almost died three days earlier from MRSA at some hospital in New Jersey. (Oh Scott, dying the NJ is SO redundant.) So he had a couple of fruity drinks, leaving Peter and I to be the men in the crowd.
I am proud to say that I drank Franke under the friggin' table. He finally had to holler "uncle" and catch the 12:30 a.m. train.
Peter, by the way, is doing GREAT. He is very happily married. However, he IS looking for a job, so if you know of someone who is looking for an expert print production director, here's his resume.
