Donald Featherstone

Everywhere, it seems, rainbows are joyful. I began to make a list of things like this, ones that I heard over and over again: beach balls and fireworks, swimming pools and treehouses, hot-air balloons and googly eyes and ice-cream sundaes with colorful sprinkles.

‘It may well be that this man is absurd. But he is not so absurd as the king, the conceited man, the businessman, and the tippler. For at least his work has some meaning. When he lights his street lamp, it is as if he brought one more star to life, or one flower. When he puts out his lamp, he sends the flower, or the star, to sleep. That is a beaut

We dismiss color and joy as childish and frivolous, prizing neutral hues as a mark of coolness and mature taste.

Anyone of a nervous disposition would have become a Child of God or moved to Oregon and bought the Bhagwan Shree Rajneesh a couple of Rolls Royces. Instead, Frank embodied Hunter S. Thompson’s dictum: “When the going gets weird, the weird turn pro.”