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Posts published by “Tommy Wayne Kramer”

We Never Said Goodbye

It’s often said they come in threes, and maybe we only note the coincidence when a third one arrives, often unexpected and always unwanted. In reality death comes in the millions. But “millions” are statistics,…

Crumpled Pages Near A Wastebasket

An elderly gent in a tuxedo and neatly trimmed white beard stands at center stage. A raven sits upon his right shoulder. The man speaks quietly but seriously: “Earlier, after the previous unpleasantries were forgotten,…

Calizuela, Here We Come

The most convincing lie California politicians have managed to sell to the public is the notion THAT homelessness is inevitable, exists everywhere, has no known origins and can be alleviated only by spending lots and…

Playing Third Bass Guitar, Jim Ray Hart

What remains of a once fine (and big) record collection sits upstairs, and even in its current emaciated state will leave dents in the floor when I remove it. Vinyl is heavy.  I’d like to…

Our Friend The Poet

Poetry, exhausted by the heavy burdens of sensitive emotions conjured up by dreamy sentimentalists, today is mostly found on dusty shelves in old libraries, none of which are in Ukiah. The poems of today are…

No Game For Old Men

I’d like to say the 2022 baseball season has me all excited, as amped up and thrilled as a front page Ukiah Daily Journal headline like “Women artists at local gallery.” Or golf on TV.…

Dog, Gone

Twelve years ago we were heading north on 101 with our new doggie and Trophy said, Let’s stop a minute at the Hopland Superette. She went inside, dog and I stayed in the parking lot. …

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