Born on January 24, 1981, Frank likes to exaggerate the suspense of his birth by telling friends he was-
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Born on January 24, 1981, Frank likes to exaggerate the suspense of his birth by telling friends he was born in a blinding blizzard through which his parents bravely drove to the hospital in the wee hours of the morning. In reality, his parents probably don’t remember the weather that night.
Frank spent his childhood in and around Duluth, Minn., graduating from a cereal box called Wrenshall High School in 1999. He spent a handful of summers with family in their original hometown of Lancaster, Calif. – a fact he likes to misconstrue as “I grew up in California” in an effort to sound more interesting. Highlights of Frank’s high school years included the creation of two novels (lost to cyberspace) and a senior year stead at the Cloquet Journal.
In college, at the University of Wisconsin-Superior, Frank continued his tradition of dressing poorly and using his backseat as a Coca-Cola can collection bin. Along the way, he was recruited to write for the Promethean by then-editor Aaron Brown. Brown once told him, “I can see you running the Promethean someday.”
Three years after dismissing that statement as an empty recruiting pitch, Frank was elected Editor-in-Chief. What changed his mind? A failed date with an out-of-his-league Latvian woman one rainy night in New York City. True story.
His first semester as editor-in-chief was tumultuous at best; but, with the help of a wise advisor and a rich vein of student talent, he turned the Promethean into a quality publication—and a profitable business—in his final three semesters. Highlights included issues ready for students on the first day of semesters, beating local news gorilla Duluth News-Tribune to the street with the 2008 presidential election results, and winning a third-place column writing award in 2003 from the Wisconsin Newspaper Association.
After graduation, Frank spent 15 months running a hat store in Duluth before landing his first journalism gig as a sportswriter for the Mesabi Daily News. For 18 months, he made his living for the prominent Iron Range daily and lived above an old mining couple’s garage while covering the Iron Range sports scene with sports-writing ninja Mike “Nunchuks” Hautamaki.
Frank returned to Duluth in June 2008. Seven months later, his life took another grand step, in the middle of a real blinding blizzard on a January night, when he moved three seats to his left to strike up conversation with an attractive blonde woman at a Green Mill. If you’ve never been at a Green Mill around midnight, let me tell you: the mood lighting is perfect.
On October 29, 2009, he proposed to said blonde woman on a rock as waves crashed inches from his knee in a thrashing downpour of rain. She married him anyway.
Back in the professional arena, Frank took his pen to PolarLeague.com in September 2009 and eventually became the Managing Editor of the company’s upstart Floodwood-based newspaper, The Portage News. He picked up another fancy wall hanging along the way, a second-place sports reporting award from the Minnesota Newspaper Association.
Frank moved to the Twin Cities in February 2010, with nothing but a friend’s couch for a bed and whatever could fit into the back of his car. Now (PLOT TWIST!) he spends his 7-4 at a medical device company helping oversee QA processes and training team members around the globe.
What began as a regular column site,
The Kinked Slinky The Minnesota Skinny evolved in 2014 to include covering the Twin Cities caloric scene and beyond. It also spawned an Internet radio program.
Sizzlin’ 99.9 kept forgetting to lock him out after guest appearances, and The Minnesota Skinny radio program began in mid-May 2014. Despite no broadcast education or experience whatsoever, and no previous background in the beer or food industry, the show reached thousands of fans and led to interviews with leading names in both industries.
In December, 2014, Frank and his wife welcomed their first child – four-legged, that is. A whippet/pointer hyperhyper hybrid was brought into their home to restore the sense of chaos that had been diminished by committal institutions like marriage and leadership positions at work.
Porter’s his name. He can jump roughly four feet into the air, and has made other dogs puke from exhaustion while playing chase at the dog park. He enjoys peanut butter, snap peas, playfully gnawing hands, and being held tightly while “Come Sail Away” plays on the radio. In roughly four years of life, he has farted in one human face while in downward dog, and torn one hook off a wall. His potential is limitless.
Frank and his wife now live in the Twin Cities’ east metro, in a house they never thought they would have and a stock market section of their local newspaper they actually read once in a while. Where does the road lead next? It’s hard to say. There are too many things in here I was so certain would never come to pass. If nothing else, I suppose, it’s proof that we truly never know what the next day brings.