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About 7 p.m. on Saturday, July 12, 1947, Frank Hanson walked into Henry’s, a Cranston version of a 7-Eleven long before that chain was founded. I worked there five nights a week and on one of the weekend days.
I asked Frank how he had done earlier that day in a sailboat race at the Edgewood Yacht Club. Frank crewed for Herb Browne, one of the best sailors at the club. I was not surprised when Frank told me they had won again, because the Browne-Hanson team had the best record on Narragansett Bay.
Frank asked me if I was going to play baseball the next day. I told him I might have to work.
He smiled and said, “Maybe I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Those words and that smile have stayed with me for the past 72 years, because I never heard his voice or saw Frank Hanson again.
STILL MISSING: Author haunted by disappearance of Cranston friend 72 years ago
I asked Frank how he had done earlier that day in a sailboat race at the Edgewood Yacht Club. Frank crewed for Herb Browne, one of the best sailors at the club. I was not surprised when Frank told me they had won again, because the Browne-Hanson team had the best record on Narragansett Bay.
Frank asked me if I was going to play baseball the next day. I told him I might have to work.
He smiled and said, “Maybe I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Those words and that smile have stayed with me for the past 72 years, because I never heard his voice or saw Frank Hanson again.
STILL MISSING: Author haunted by disappearance of Cranston friend 72 years ago