Frankenberry's Attic

When Mother Nature finally gets her season shit in order and lets you know that, yes, you can now safely put away the Fall & Winter sweats to swap out with some Spring & Summer shorts, you will find yourself swapping said items in and out of a drawer. While doing so, you, possibly being… Continue reading

Last week I posted here in the Attic of driving home, windows down, on a beautiful Spring evening singing along embarrassingly loud to Sweet’s “Little Willy” from the early 70’s and my early teen years finding some 70’s glam rock and a Best of Sweet CD to be just the ticket for this ride until… Continue reading

There was a time where I loved to read, couldn’t put a book down, something I truly regret that I don’t do much of anymore, at least not of novels to transport, though I still do read voraciously when it comes to trying to stay informed in this real world (but maybe back to transporting… Continue reading

When you’re trying to write something new but ya got nothin’ but bad poetry you think to other avenues, maybe compile some of your parodies from the last couple of years into one post as a distraction, something you wanted to do anyway. The bad poetry can wait, It’ll always wait. (to Elvis Costello’s “Pump… Continue reading

The usual at least once a week stop at the grocery store was in order tonight. I jockey it back and forth from Tuesdays to Wednesdays as it’s important to change things up, don’t wanna be too predictable in the schedule for those sketchy bulky guys who surely have heavy foreign accents and have been… Continue reading

So I have this friend from my WVU days, Rob Eldridge, who plays guitar, something I’m most envious of, and back in January he posted a little ditty, as he called it, an instrumental just around a minute long and, at the time, I noted that it was waaaaay too cool. Simple and bluesy, from… Continue reading