Frankenberry's Attic

Recently I posted of the Frankenberry Synchronized Cat Laying team training for the Feline Olympics and of Cricket the Blind and Mimi the Quirky being celebrated members of it, well actually, the only members of it but still renowned within cat laying circles for their perfectly in sync almost effortless laying techniques. “They just make… Continue reading

Ok, so this is taking what a friend said about writing something original, not that my parody tunes, lyrically, aren’t original, those are my angry though tuneful editorials but with thoughts and angers that are already written, in some regard, in the current news and it’s Orange lunacy. But something other than that. So an… Continue reading

One of the lessons I learned in college, one that has stayed with me, with my poetry then in those angst filled and overly dramatic days, though I haven’t been poetic in quite some time, is write of what may be just right in front of you, even if it’s just a thing. Wrote one… Continue reading

So I record a show with two friends, have now going on, I don’t know, close to 10 years I think, minus a couple when I was let go at one group of radio stations and then picked up at another, “Happy Hour”. It’s Jonna Spilbor, you may know her, a regular contributor on Fox… Continue reading

In my commute to work, which includes a route 9 that those in the Hudson Valley Poughkeepsie area here know well and loathe I do my best to skirt as much of it as possible and even Route 9D, which is part of the run. I hop on a road that goes behind the Mall… Continue reading

(The Official Secret Clubhouse of the He-Man Protests & Other Stuff Haters Club) Been a while for a trip to the Trump Treehouse with Trump and his trusty man servant Benfred (an echo in a hall) Donnie: Hello? Hello? Supreme here? Hello? (Benfred right on his hip) Benfred: Yes sir? Donnie: (with a start) Whoa,… Continue reading

Just got off another Zoom call with some of my dearest of friends from my Waynesburg College days, friends who I consider lifelong, even though they aren’t technically “life long”, as I have a few others from years before them when High Schooling, wanting to hold hands with the right girl but being embarrassed at… Continue reading

Short minutes can be the longest of things if they’re not good minutes, they can be interminable. Long minutes can fly if they are good minutes. I’d like to think that these 8 plus minutes are the latter. But, well, that’s not for me to decide … though I do hope you agree. Anyway, here’s… Continue reading

So, I need to try and do a little cow wrangling. (Later) So, I just proved to be not very good at trying to do a little cow wrangling. One of the joys of living where I do for the last, almost 3 years now, is that there aren’t a lot of uninteresting days, not… Continue reading

Ok, an in look you didn’t ask for but I’m providing anyway. Feel free to check out now, I’ll understand. What is a Frankenberry evening/weekend after leaving the gig on a Friday? It’s a peer up “Hello Memes!”, at Mimi the Quirky, usually at the top of the stairs with an old lady smoker’s sounding… Continue reading