There’s hardly such a thing as an old journalist who doesn’t miss the golden era of newspapers and the glamour that went with it. In fact there’s hardly such a thing as an old journalist,…
Posts published by “Tommy Wayne Kramer”
Things you don’t see much of anymore, and other observations: SKATEBOARDS: Gone, down south anyway. I’ve yet to spot even one. ACNE ON TEENS: What happened to zits? Where have all the pimples gone, long…
Ours might be the first civilization that pays no heed to our dreams, those semi-silent, highly personal, psychologically rich nightly weavings that are both fresh and repetitive, manufactured purely by us and for us, then…
I wish all my several readers much happiness in 2023 and at the same time beg forgiveness for my behavior at the AVA’s annual New Year’s Eve Party. My actions was inexcusable, although none (or…
How was my Christmas? Have a seat and I’ll tell you all about it. WEATHER: There I was, knee deep in the frozen tundra of North Carolina, watching the icicles grow and the vegetation die…
Following half a century of drinking top quality American beers I’ve lost my bearings and gone rogue. It’s akin to a mid-life crisis where a guy sees the bald spot and the paunch and realizes…
From the time I met him in the 1990s as a one-man stampede through local bars and saloons until they found him dead on his kitchen floor, he was a big, belligerent, malignant, wonderful caustic…