I first met S. Frank Mattox in the band room at Hazelwood Junior High School in New Albany, Indiana –our hometown.   We were 12 years old.  I last saw him at the Ocean Air Restaurant in downtown Indianapolis about a year ago.  We were fifty then.  So, the bookends that marked the beginning and end of our life together --from blowing our trumpets in little girls’ ears to pontificating in our usu...