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Posts published by “Tommy Wayne Kramer”

Rolling Thunder, Horizontal Rain

Clear skies and a sunny summer sun can coexist for only so long here in North Carolina. Temperatures rise. Pressures escalate. Opposing fronts assemble, square off, collide. Things quickly become precipitatious, as they recently did…

To Britain, And All I Got Was This Column

Back from the British Isles with plenty to say, and because I’m a licensed journalist and certified expert you should feel free to ignore it all. It’s like living in a big museum. Cities of…

Dazed & Abused, We Hike London

If we’d planned to insert ourselves into the middle of the royal mess of the logistical nightmare that knotted London’s streets for many blocks following the death of Her Majesty, we’d have picked the St.…

Million Roses For A Queen

A journey of 3000 miles begins with a flight delay as someone probably once said, along with the Death of Her Majesty, as Agatha Christie probably once wrote. There are worse place to be marooned…

Dirty Plea Deal? I Doubt It

We can hardly encounter a steaming chunk of news media these days without being forced to consider the matter of the Guilty as Hell cop who got a sweetheart deal despite wronging an innocent lass…

I’ve Got You Under My Skin

Chiggers are small, affectionate animals frequently encountered in the southeast and which the North Carolina Board of Tourism wisely avoids mentioning in its travel literature and nature guides. Chiggers are a tiny fraction of the…

County Workers Continue To Not Flee

The notion county employees are underpaid is a joke, and that government workers are “public servants” is a lie. Are county workers threatening to strike? County Supervisors ought to smile, hold the doorways wide open,…

Honoring the Quiet, Waiting Man

Today I suggest a modest memorial to the modest man who lives both among us and within us. He is the quiet gentleman who defers, serves, assists, and waits. A dullish, solid small bronze statue…

Dog’s Last Will & Testament

(Note: The following message was discovered three days ago, partially slipped under the edge of the rug where the dog’s bed used to be. It required a great deal of editing on my part because,…

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