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Posts published by “Tommy Wayne Kramer”

Assignment: Ukiah: 1) Cured By Weed; 2) The Anti-Library

I’ve been a skeptic of marijuana as a medical miracle for almost as long as I’ve been doubtful the Easter Bunny lays eggs in my stocking once a year and the Cleveland Browns are someday…

Inherit The Windfall

If you read the Daily Journal you are old, wealthy and beginning to wonder what to do with all the money, houses, sets of China, bitcoins, Krugerrands, bongo drums and National Geographic magazines you’ve accumulated.…

When A Hitman Is The Only Solution

TIME: Mid-afternoon, mid-May, 2025 LOCATION: Long-abandoned jail cell in former county jail (top floor, Mendocino County Courthouse.) PRESENT: A high-ranking, unnamed Mendocino County Deputy District Attorney, an unnamed Superior Court Judge, an unnamed court reporter.…

Once More To The Coliseum

A few days from now son Lucas and I will take our seats at the Oakland Coliseum, cheer on the A’s, have a long, last sentimental look around and go home. The stadium is maybe…

How Tim Buckner Ruined My Summer

Summer’s here and the time is right for dancing in the street’ —Martha and the Vandellas, 1964 ‘Summer’s here and the time is right for fighting in the streets’ —Rolling Stones, 1968 ‘Summer’s here and…

The KUKI Sale Revisited

Anyone over the age of too old probably remembers the daily “KUKI Sale” that ran mornings on radio AM 1400. It was pronounced “Cookie” sale and was hosted by a variety of DJs, also known…

Our David Eyster Problem

Whatever shall we do with Dave Eyster? We can shake our fists and yell at him but we can’t eat him. We can write mean letters to editors but we can’t chase him around the…

Assignment: Ukiah – California Stupid, And How I Got It

Down South people think all Californians are either gay or work in Hollywood; we forgive them as they forgive us for believing all southerners are racist, uneducated redneck brutes. Caricatures of our fellow citizens are…

Me & The Yips

Many seasons ago I was dragged into service by a softball team I’d never heard of to play a position I’d never played. It went poorly. For the second time in my life I was…

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