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To the Editor:
An addendum to the obituary of of Frank Tanucci:
Obituaries are usually a solemn compilation of life's events of the deceased. But if you take time to look at the gathered information, you can usually expand that to include a few more tributes and facts. So it is with that of Frank Tanucci, gone from us on Feb. 24, 2018 at age 90. Ironically, he died at St. Vincent's Hospital in Bridgeport, Conn., the same exact hospital where I first met his wife Pat over 50 years ago. Pat was a pediatric nurse and I was a young intern at the hospital. Years later we all would have homes on Block Island. Frank was a successful businessman becoming semi-retired and flying back and forth to the Island for work and pleasure, like many of us. He had his own plane but as he was getting up in age, Pat decided to learn to fly also, just in case.
The two were inseparable, seen driving around or flying around the island almost every weekend. Eventually, they made the Island their permanent home. Unfortunately, Pat died suddenly and at a relatively young age, leaving Frank here alone. We were clamming partners and at the right low tide shared old stories as we clammed away. Frank liked the Beane Point area and would take his old International Scout out through the dunes until it went over the bank one day and we couldn't get it out.
The frame is still there covered in the sand. In later years, I had to do the clamming for Frank and we would sit in his kitchen, on the back side of Clayhead, and feel the thunder of the surf against the bank even though the ocean was not in view. He finally left the Island only because he was afraid he would die alone living in an isolated area of the Island and his dog would be left unattended. His family lived on the mainland.
He was a great man and friend who gave me his clamming rake, sort of the passing of the salty baton to carry on the race of gathering the bivalves to the end, or my end — whichever comes first.
Beacon Hollow Farm
To the Editor:
Congratulations to the reporters, columnists, and cartoonist on winning awards. As a resident for many years, I well remember the days of no newspaper at all, locally. Most folks now take The Times for granted, but I sure don’t.
When I get The Block Island Times on Fridays, I scan the front page, go immediately to the cartoon, read letters to the editor, then back to the breaking news. Can you think how difficult it must be to think of something funny 52 weeks out of the year?
So to everyone at The Block Island Times: a great big thank you!
Corn Neck Road