Joe Franklin was more of a brother to me. We lived out towards the O'Reilly part of the county, but would be better named with Roark in the title. They were everywhere. He had me hunt with him and tried his best to turn me into a hunter & fisherman. I remember us carrying those irrigation pipes all over our property to irrigate from the canal that ran through our place. Joe Franklin did his best in getting me to go to Cleveland instead of Shaw. Almost, but I never pulled the trigger. It took me years to figure out why he was a Kulbeth and not a Roark. He and I double dated many times...he could be the life of a party and always wanted folks to intermingle. He got me started in flying, which was his passion. When we lived on the Academy, I finagled him a ride in one of the gliders...he was so excited. He was always excited about the fact that his "little brother" was a fighter pilot in the Air Force...I was so proud to have him as a mentor for so many years. If you could not like Joe Franklin, you couldn't like anybody. Joe Franklin died while doing something he loved. He was not a weekend novice in the cockpit. He was a professional pilot with many flying hours in both fixed wing and rotary wing. RIP big brother and never forget to Check 6.