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Welcome click  the Month and enjoy the ride. ~tuck

Have a cell phone? P.C., tablet, IPad, Mac, or Android. Then you know somewhere deep in the bowels of hyperspace habituates the ‘YOU FORGOT YOUR PASSWORD DEMON.’ It mocks as you download apps you’ll never use. It taunts-- as you join groups you’ll seldom attend. And wrings ITS cyber hands in glee as you establish accounts at Google, Yahoo, Instagram, Twitter, Macy’s, or Pay Pal. Because with each new app, group and account you’re required to create a new password. And pa

My close friends the Flummox family have a small rental unit in the hills above Sausalito, with a panoramic view of San Francisco and the bay, two bed rooms and a hot tub. Fred Flummox and I were playing liars dice when his cell phone buzzed. He read the following and then showed it to me and asked RENT OR NOT TO RENT THAT IS THE QUESTION Deer Peeples A reel beg HEY two you. Me and da missus may bee wantin two bee renten yer Sauslualeetia plase ner frisco, in Cauliforie. Wee

I was a teacher in the San Francisco Unified School District for more than thirty years. I loved it. I don’t remember one day when I felt I was going to ‘work.’  I don’t believe there is a more important or satisfying career than teaching. Parents, grandparents, and guardians entrust their most valuable treasures, and our country’s most important resources – our children, to teachers. With the exception of a few autodidacts, no child becomes a great writer, surgeon, lawyers o

None of the following would have happened if I hadn’t insisted on spending a few weeks on Maui. But to avoid any pangs of jealousy on the reader's part -- for the record -- the ocean was way too wet. And some clown poured a couple of tons of Leslie Iaodized salt into the water. The island weather was always the same. Cozy. Warm. Boring! Tee shirts, shorts, and thongs. NOT those kinds of thongs. The ones, you wear on your feet. And the fish! Too many of the darn things.

Confession, when you’re a kid, is pretty routine. Most of the time I made up stuff. I didn’t want to be an ‘in and out’ kid. I knew the longer I was in the confessional box, the sinners waiting outside would think I was leading a life of crime and trespassing all over the place. And then finally I discovered something juicy to confess in confession. I always went to the same priest, Father O’Malley who was originally from Ireland and spoke a strong brogue. Sadly, he was losi

A TUCKER'S TAVERN TALE No one at Tucker’s Tavern knew what Bruce Burton did for a living. There were rumors. He was always well dressed and drove a new convertible or a vintage Harley-Davidson. There were rumors of drugs, witness protection, and undercover narc. Everything changed the April afternoon he came into my bar during “Happy Hour” with a large chicken under each arm. Not ordinary chickens. Green chickens. I’d never seen a green chicken. And apparently, neither ha

MY CELL PHONE IS CURRENTLY DISCONNECTED FOR LACK OF CELL PHONE ______ FILL IN THE BLANK -- I'M CURRENTLY USING A CAMBELL SOUP CAN AND A LONG BALL OF STRING. FEEL TO TIE ON -- inre Connections - USE CHICKEN NOODLE SOUP CAN FOR BEST RESULTS. -- EMPTY OF COURSE. Okay, I now have one of those phones that you can slide little pictures up and down; swipe right and left. . . Yeah! Everyone said I need a cell phone. NOW I CAN: find a restaurant near me. . . actually, I know th

The following is neither an excuse nor an attempt to exonerate the male segment of our species. This is an attempt, admittedly feeble, to explain an inherent part of man’s nature. This is not something that each man, in his own way, tries to cultivate. All men, at least all the men I know were born this way. We can’t help it. It’s pathetic. Genetic. As far as I know, no male asked to be born with our fascination for breasts. A FRIEND. A close friend, who my wife later christe

Bobbie and I are avid readers. Though we seldom read the same books, we enjoy discussing the plots and new ideas every book engenders. Well, most of the time. We were on the patio a few nights after the rattlesnake episode discussing ‘Sarus’ a book we’d both read. It wasn’t really a discussion, and I was losing. Bobbie closed her copy, tucked her notes between the pages, and said, “You know, it would be fun to get together with OTHER readers and —-“ Which meant more folks w