(Original post date from Frankenberry’s Attic @ Blogspot: 06-02-19) Windmills and time well spent tilting. A Stay In The Strife   I read the news today, oh boy Trump’s crooked law set to investigate Distraction’s cries of being spied Future des-pot just has to laugh Conclusion’s writ it’s not a draft   William Low Barr… Continue reading

(Original post date from Frankenberry’s Attic @ Blogspot: 05-25-19) So a little less than a year or so ago I decided to have a bit of fun and do some writing and some singing (though I’ll put “singing” in quotes here just to be safe). It was at the time that Trump had nominated angry,… Continue reading

(Original post date from Frankenberry’s Attic @ Blogspot: 05-11-19)   Another little one. Who doesn’t like a good sing-along huh? Orange Quarantine In the land that we call home Lives a man who was born to be A simple con, liar and cheat Living in an orange quarantine But in this land he would conceive… Continue reading

I asked in my last post if you would bear with me in the future when it came to my Beatles theme here in the Attic of Orange tunes on my way to an “Orange Album”‘s worth of them. Well, if you’re here then you’ve called in that marker. Don’t worry, I’ll get ya on… Continue reading

I know the Beatles have been a theme, maybe tiredly so at this point (I’ve tried explain that as best I can). Though this isn’t one of my favorites I still like it, it’s fun and lyrically I think it’s pretty good which is all that matters. Plus it’s still part of a plan. A… Continue reading

When I first moved into my place here a little over a year ago, a two room apartment above a two car attached garage, I moved into madness. A glorious madness. Seven dogs and a myriad of cats to navigate all surely taking the temp of the new guy. Would he be cool I thought… Continue reading

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I don’t know if this has been posited yet, probably has somewhere, but I’m curious as to what arrangement was worked out between Donnie and DeVos for her to agree to look the REALLY bad guy by cutting the budget for Special Olympics so he could then White Horse-It in to save the day and… Continue reading

When I was a kid, my first girlfriend was the Beatles. Mom even approved of all the time we spent together, and it was quite a lot (no kissing by the way…I knew Cynthia Lennon was hot). I thought, in my kidness, that her approval had to have come from her, of course, knowing them… Continue reading

Dearest Son (licensed dirt/road bike), Mother and I wanted to let you know that that wheelie you felt the need to perform alongside a gentleman’s car from one traffic light until he pulled off just before the next (maybe a quarter mile or so) where he stopped for a to-go from Popeye’s for his dinner?… Continue reading