Frank Ferrarelli

Solid Frank, the stolid drummer for No Bones About It, lives all alone on a fifty acre ranch in Indian Hill. When not drumming for the band he lives a reclusive life, only once in a great while receiving guests. His next-door neighbor, a Mr Frampton, once told me that at night an odd moaning can be heard coming from the direction of Frank's house. I asked how far away the house was, knowing they each had much acreage, and Mr Frampton appeared to do some figuring in his head before he said, "must be about a mile and a half." When I pointed out that at that distance, moaning would be quite inaudible, he appeared thoughtful, and then replied, "must be somewhat louder than moaning, then, eh?" I stayed until dark with Mr Frampton that evening, but neither then nor in any of my subsequent visits was I able to hear anything unusual coming from that direction. I don't to this day know whether my friend Frampton was pulling my leg, or whether my friend Frank has some unusual nocturnal habits - he refuses to comment.