Okay, I did your damn research, Marie. And yes, I know you're reading this blog. Why? Because you called me right after I posted the last entry. I honestly don't care why you chose me to do this research on Freckenberg, I hate to tell you... Or rather, I don't hate to tell you, this stuff isn't real. That guy didn't even exist, and that was just an edit of an actual print. It's interesting, but claims are just claims. I'll get what you need, though. After all, I'm the reliable one, right?
Home mostly alone this summer... At least at night. It's nice, as a night owl, if a bit lonely. I'll live, though. If my neighbor's son will stop sitting in his car in the evening, blasting country music.
...Nothing against country music.