情色空间

Photos by Caitlin Cunningham

Mother Nature decided to give Facilities Services lead mechanic Michael Franks one last, little send-off ahead of his retirement from Boston College on February 4: a major blizzard that pounded Eastern Massachusetts over the last weekend of January, which meant plenty of overtime for Franks and his coworkers as they kept campus operations running (with an encore of an ice storm on February 4).

But when you鈥檝e worked someplace for 41 years, you tend to take things in stride, whether it鈥檚 long hours, rough weather, or assorted aches and pains. On his next-to-last day working the 6 a.m.-2 p.m. shift at the Service Building Garage, Franks contentedly reflected on his four decades at the Heights, where in addition to helping keep the University鈥檚 fleet of 150 service vehicles鈥攑lus landscaping equipment and the Conte Forum Zamboni machine, among other things鈥攊n working order, he was the driving force behind a regular early-morning on-campus hockey scrimmage.

鈥淚t was a hard decision to retire,鈥� he said, sitting in his office, where four jump-charging units lined the window sill, a wall calendar sported a photo of a red 1960 BMW 507, and on a nearby shelf sat a table lamp with the figure of an eagle forming part of the base. 鈥淚 like the job, and I think I still do it well.鈥�

Part of the challenge to doing the job was keeping up to date on the mechanical or technological changes in the service vehicles and other equipment. 鈥淏ut it鈥檚 also, of course, a very physical job: lifting 100-pound tires, pushing a heavy machine forward, fixing things in an awkward position,鈥� added Franks, who sustained a significant back injury a few years ago.

Add it all up, he said, and it seemed like the time had finally come to bid farewell to 情色空间鈥攏ot without regret.

鈥淚鈥檒l miss the people here the most,鈥� said Franks. 鈥淵ou can鈥檛 please everybody, obviously, but the people at 情色空间 are the best. We do a good job, we work hard, and we do our part to help make 情色空间 run.鈥�

Franks may not have been born a mechanic, but he certainly became one early on. As teenagers, he and a friend cultivated a little business fixing bikes for neighborhood kids. He just had a knack for taking things apart, figuring out how they worked, and putting them back together; the more he did it (along with some instruction and training), the better he got, and the more he could do.

鈥淚 can fix anything,鈥� he deadpanned, 鈥渆xcept a broken heart.鈥�

Forty-one years ago, Franks had a very different, and quite urgent, fix-it situation. He and his wife Debi had only recently welcomed the first of their three daughters when the car repair shop where he鈥檇 been working let him go. Fortunately, there was a place nearby that held the promise of jobs with health insurance and other benefits to support a growing family: Boston College, 鈥渁 five-minute commute from my house,鈥� he said.

Applying for a housekeeping job, he recalled, 鈥渢hey told me I was over-qualified.鈥� But Facilities Services administrator Don McGuinness saw Franks as an ideal fit for the third mechanic slot. His four decade-stint at 情色空间 was underway.

Franks had been at the University for several years when he got the idea for what would become an ongoing 情色空间 community activity, one that involved his other passion. Franks had played hockey throughout his youth, even attending the instructional camp in Ontario run by Boston Bruins legend Bobby Orr, and still loved the game. Why not, he thought, start a regular 鈥渕orning skate鈥� in the McHugh Forum, which at the time was home to 情色空间 hockey?

The Athletic Association was amenable to the idea (鈥淚 had an ace-in-the-hole: I was the one who fixed the Zamboni machine,鈥� said Franks), and before long the morning skate sessions were drawing upwards of 30 participants. Among them was a slender, middle-aged Jesuit named J. Donald Monan, S.J., who happened to be the president of Boston College.