“What’s the Frequency, Kenneth?”
Bernie Hoxstetler was bored with his life. That’s not to say he was depressed, or angry, or suicidal. After who knows how many years of the same old thing, he was just plain bored. Every morning he arose to find his breakfast ready for him at the door of his penthouse suite: oatmeal with raisins, … More “What’s the Frequency, Kenneth?”