Frankenberry's Attic

I saw a facebook post a few days ago from Maria, my always will be friend, no matter, an ex from a time that seems almost so far past that you wonder of the reality of it even though you know it was, asking that folks send a little bit of love Jackson’s way, Jackson… Continue reading

The last post of mine had me thinking of Mimi the Quirky, my old girl whose company I dearly miss. This is just some silliness from when she was still around doing Mimi type laying things. Miss ya kid. Continue reading

Went to the Doc this past week for my yearly physical. It’s something that usually comes with a bit of trepidation, and not just of the open backed hospital gown you’re told to put on by the nurse to make it easier for the “drop your shorts and bend over” rubber glove moment. No, there… Continue reading

So a few night’s ago I posted at Facebook of listening to The Rainmakers “The Good News and the Bad News” from ’89 in BB the car recently (what? I name things). I pulled it out after month’s long constant listens, as I’ve already told, of the new album from the Rave-Ups, 32 years after… Continue reading

This past Monday I took half a day. I’ve discovered that I like them as I try to extra meter out just three weeks of PTO over the space of a year (the new weeks kicked in in mid May). It would be nice to have a few more days after 7 years but you… Continue reading

A so then Sunday. I know that this is one I posted here just a little less than a month ago but I’m still feeling it as I should, as anything of this nature should, and well, like some are wont to do in their things, a re-post. To Iggy Pop’s “The Passenger”. I also… Continue reading

So my Sis got me a few things from Adam’s last week for my birthday. A surprise bit of groceries from a fave place that came with a balloon. Apparently no matter how old you are you can still get balloons. But it was a homicidal balloon, or murder balloon as Beck has named it,… Continue reading

(This is a part two to something I wrote a few months back about seeing the “Angel of Death” in the middle of route 9 in Poughkeepsie NY, really just some guy dressed as one at rush hour, but what if maybe it wasn’t just some guy? Part one is the highlighted linked first sentence… Continue reading

So my Aunt Lib and I almost share a birthday, right around where Summer is finally in swing for the too shortest of time it always seems before the dreaded. She called me Friday to remind me of such shared and to apologize for her card not being in the mail just yet like that… Continue reading