Frankenstories
Aah, parents. You can’t pick ‘em, and you can’t live without ‘em.
This page is all about my dad, Frank. (Think “Archie Bunker meets Sitting Bull in the back yard of the dad from My Big Fat Greek Wedding.“)
Frank’s old, and he pretends to be able to hear (which he can’t)–and THAT makes him funny as hell. God bless ‘im!
Frankenstory Friday: Well, At Least He Didn’t Use the ‘N’ Word . . .
Frankenstory Friday: Hurricane Candles
Frankenstory Friday: Black Bloggers
Frankenstory Friday: Matt & Mike’s House
Frankenstory Friday: The Trouble With Chipmunks
Frankenstory Friday: The ‘Ya’ and the ‘Hoo’
Frankism Thursday: The Trouble With Black Quarterbacks
Frankism Friday: Scrumptiously Deliciously Nutritiously
Separated At Birth? (Does Frank Really Look Like the Dad From My Big Fat Greek Wedding?)
WTF Wednesday: An Intro to Frankisms
The work I do from 8 to 5 involves saving lives.