said his daughter, Denise Frisino. He wrote poems on their lunch bags and columns about school trips and family outings, she said. He was writing a poem on the day he died.
"My father was such a reporter, he always had a pen in his hand. He was cremated with a pen in his pocket."
from Seattle Post-Intelligencer: Joe Frisino, 1919-2008: Journalist was a calm presence in P-I newsroom
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