Square in Frankie's Hometown Named in His Honor
The Square at the intersection of Waterloo Rd. and East 152nd St. in Cleveland 41°34′08″N 81°34′31″W / 41.569°N 81.5752°W / 41.569; -81.5752, not far from where Frankie grew up, was named in honor of Frankie Yankovic in a dedication ceremony on August 21, 2007.
Dave Wolnik, Frankie's longtime drummer, observed in the Bob Dolgan biography of Yankovic published last year that the famed musician didn't have a street named for him in his own hometown. That launched a campaign for the square by the National Cleveland-Style Polka Hall of Fame and Museum and City Councilman Michael Polensek, according to Dolgan.
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