It’s true: I visited Frank Duci, the former mayor of Schenectady, the other day, having learned that he has lung cancer, and I brought with me a little scrap of paper by way of a spoof. The paper was a will, written by me but in Frank’s name, leaving me all his worldly goods, closely patterned after a will that he himself wrote for a friend a few years ago when that friend was just hours away from death.

That one, written on the Duci family shopping list, ultimately held up in court and netted Frank close to $500,000.

Frank is 87 years old, and when I learned about the lung cancer I figured I should waste no time, so I took it with me and asked him to put his X on it, just as he had gotten his friend to do (and let me say as a tribute to him that he was a perfectly good sport about it and made a shaky X, even though he well understood he was being lampooned).

I have tried over the years to dislike Frank Duci, but I have never succeeded, and this is a good example of the kind of hurdles I have faced.

You can see the will for yourself by clicking HERE. If it holds up, I will be in good shape.