Frankman

Ex newspaper editor/writer fella. Cultural crank. Spiritual dilettante. Music snob/music junkie. Family dude. Pet crazy. Craft-beer jerk. Coast craver. Short sometimes of fuse. Short always of fuel. Very tall on paper.

you don’t have to call me jr., darlin’

So now it’s Venezuela, is it? Are you fucking kidding me? I’m reminded of a line from that 1979 redneck anthem “Family Tradition,” by the would-be-outlaw son of the iconic “So Lonesome” American troubadour who once set the standrd for country music as the people’s music, on which Sr.’s newly all-is-forgiven electric-geetar racist sire and …