Just thinking about how the Glass Bank building seemed to become such a central figure in Frank Wolfe’s life, almost like a character in a movie. It’s just so sad how someone’s home, a place that's supposed to be a sanctuary, became a source of so much distress and turmoil for him. I’ve read that Frank was really tied to that place, living in the penthouse and all for so many years. It's moving to think about how the combination of his health problems and this enormous legal fight over the building just seemed to spiral to this tragic conclusion. It makes me think about the weight of material possessions and how they can sometimes become anchors pulling us down instead of lifting us up. My heart goes out to his friends and family—hoping they can find some peace amidst all of this. Anyone else have thoughts on the significance of the Glass Bank in his life?
