The Story of FrankenKnuckles Atlas
Atlas and I are riding along through Jersey City, NJ and we pass this epic and seemingly ancient graveyard of massive proportions and Atlas asks while staring out the window as we drive past the grave markers, “Daddy, what are all those rocks?”
I tell him they are grave markers and that each one is where a person is buried in the ground. His next logical question was, “But, why are the people buried in the ground?” I explain that they are dead and that is where some people like to put when they die. His follow-up question, “Why?” I reply by explaining that by being buried there and then putting a grave marker it tells people who they were and serves as a place for those who loved them when they were alive to come and “visit” them.
Silence filled the car as he processed what I was saying. After a minute or so passed he plainly stated that he would bring them all back to life like Dr. Frankenstein so the people who love them wouldn’t miss them any more. “So, you want me to call you Frankenstein then?” I asked him. “Yes.” He told me. So I have ever since.
But then two days later he had been playing Sonic the Hedgehog and decided he was the “Knuckles” character and wanted to be called “Knuckles”. So I questioned him about no longer being called “Frankenstein” anymore and then he couldn’t decide between “Frankenstein” or “Knuckles”, so I put them together and called him “FrankenKnuckles”…he cracked up and has insisted on that ever since.
So that is why we call him FrankenKnuckles Atlas.