Frankenberry's Attic

An old friend and dear memory found me online the other day through one of them fancy networking sites the kids are so crazy about these days. Actually, older folks are kind of fond of them too and I would be one of those, with the emphasis on ‘older’ as the finding of me by… Continue reading

We have a softball team here at Cumulus. It carries the moniker “WPDH Screaming Eagles.” Not just regular old eagles, but eagles that scream and thus inspire fear as screaming could break out any moment and then you’re in trouble mister. A lot of the screaming of these eagles, recently, has been out of frustration… Continue reading

I’m back and sorry, a little tardy on the Blog front. Life, the aliens who keep borrowing my thoughts and my macramé projects have me behind. Here is an update from the Attic… A couple of months ago Brandy Hunter from WRRV’s Music all Morning had a great idea, no, not duct tape and a… Continue reading

So this past weekend I went shopping with my Maria. Now this wasn’t a day of shopping where you hit a local mall or strip shops for a few (note following italics) specific things or you go to the grocery store for the week’s needs plus ice cream. No this was (again note following italics)… Continue reading

I’m going to congratulate myself as I doubt there is anyone else that might give me a high five for it (except for my Maria who has experienced this a different way) but I made another stride forward into dad-like territory the other day. I embarrassed the 9 year at the bus stop. The 9… Continue reading

(Note: This is something I thought might make a nice kickoff for this Blog. I wrote it just over a year ago about living with my Maria and her son, Jagger. He’s close to 9 years old now and as he changes daily I realize that I could write an annual “Learning of the (fill… Continue reading