Frankenberry's Attic

I posted here in the Attic early last month of picking up a new cat scratcher at PetSmart and the quick tale of a pretty young woman calling me “Sir”, one of my favorite of recent posts. Well, Bella and the girls promptly ignored it, as promptly as promptly ignoring can be prompt at promptly… Continue reading

Mikey Six. My sanity, Mikey being the kid who actually liked it ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,………….. c’mon Memes, really? You’re usually more profound at your cat scribble steps across a left hip search keyboard – that was a little pedestrian don’tcha think, proving yourself aged at the remembering of old commercials of a kid trying a new… Continue reading

The AC here is temporarily on the fritz, a fix to come, though it’s something I don’t mind really, even with the last few days being balls hot. I mean I’m glad that things have backed off a bit from sun stifling to just not quite but I’m alright with sweat and turning over my… Continue reading

Stuff. Ya know I do stuff, stuff that just barely keeps a roof and beer and cat food, stuff that more often than not pisses me off, the stuff of required things for that roof and what’s under it. It is a stuff that is just that, stuff. We all have stuff. You have yours,… Continue reading

I popped my head into K-104’s Scotty Mac’s office on Friday to say both “Hey” and “Good Morning” while I toasted a couple of slices of rye bread that would eventually become my open faced tuna sandwich breakfast but with new lettuce and tomato that I had just picked up at Price Chopper on my… Continue reading

So, I don’t remember when, though it’s been quite some time now as working together goes back six years away to when I unintentionally left our common radio spot, but she told me her Mom called her Jilly Bean, possibly the sweetest, most genuine love felt nickname from a parent to a child that I’ve… Continue reading