Flying with Frankie

I'm about to lose my wife and I don't want to lose my son, too. That depressing thought kept racing through my mind all day long , as my five year old boy, Frankie, and I were enjoying our first day ever at an amusement park in 1994. My marriage was shot and beyond repair; and I now faced many a parent's dread: what effect would the divorce have on my son, and how will I maintain any semblance of a normal rapport with him? The answer, miraculously was only hours away. Right before exiting the im