when i knew frank barletta a few years ago, he was frankie. i have long wondered what ever became of frankie barletta because he was a pretty good friend of my older brother, scoop [young], when they were about 6. i would have been 4, and that was before they figured out it was uncool to have a younger guy hanging around with them. my favorite father [dan young, sr] owned the 2-family, 1-dry cleaners house at 621 kirkpatrick st on the north side where we lived upstairs and where 3 of us would hang around on the porch in front of the cleaners, whenever mr barletta [of joe's dry cleaners fame] would leave the door open on warm days. each of us had a few baseball cards [tommy lasorda was so bad he got used as a noise maker on my tricycle], but we were extremely interested in NAVY cards, the hot collectible that year. [that's the first i had ever heard of john paul jones.] frankie would pester his pop from the door, and joe would call the cops on us and we would scatter. we should have known something was fishy when he would dial and say "hello, cops?". we would scatter because the lady next door, marie daner, called the cops on us fairly regularly because we made too much noise. eventually, frankie figured out that his father was holding down those 2 buttons on the phone while dialing the police number. [he had those 2 extra years of experience over me.] i am surprised to learn that frankie was a hair dresser, but everything else seems to fit the frankie i knew circa 1954. i am a bit jealous of all you guys who got to know him for so many decades. if he comes back in the resurrection, please tell frankie curt young asked about him.