Sonya, I put this site together in order to find out what happened to my good friend Frank Hobbs. I knew him in Portland Maine where we grew up, and we both moved to San Francisco at the same time, so we were friends a long time.
The artist Fly had to go to the morgue and identify Frank’s body. I have never heard a word about any funeral or wake. Fly told me that they all have Depression Day and read Frank’s Poetry on the anniversary of his beating.
Frank was beat to death by a bouncer that Frank was arguing with. Frank was selling his ‘zines on the street, and the bouncer did not want him near his door. Frank went on how the street was public space, and then the bouncer beat Frank in the public space. He died on route to the hospital. He had a weak heart.
Do you have any of Frank’s poetry, photos, or art you could add here?
