Like I told you once before, friends and neighbors, I suffer from CNS. Crick Neck Syndrome. It is a condition…
In which I surrender unconditionally
Can we talk about pee bottles please? Not for my sake, you understand. I obviously have no need of such…
Yes, we can tell the victims from the villains
I was going to post a humorous piece today about my silly feud with Facebook. But it’s clear that today…
A modest tribute to an immodest titan
When Joe the Georgian gets here, we will dance, dance, dance. Al Stewart: Last Days Of The Century. Oh, for…
Hey! What’s with the soaring swine, GNV?
That’s right. It was Flying Pigs On Parade Day in GNV again. You gotta problem with that, pal? Third year…
Torching 2025…GNV style
Sparks In The Park is GNV’s best new tradition. It’s been a tough year, GNV. But we are a resilient…
Reflections of a CNS victim
Hi, my name is Ron Cunningham. And I am a victim of CNS. Crick Neck Syndrome. CNS most commonly occurs…
A couple a three days in SF’s coolest ‘hoods
In which I immerse myself in the Castro and Mission districts We were staying in a B&B high atop a…
A cowboy, a butcher and a stockbroker meet up on Telegraph Hill
Listen, it’s tough enough being a wage slave in this neo-guilded age, what with Trump and Co. sucking up all…
In which I get in touch with my inner George Jetson in hi-tech Frisco
First they came for the taxi drivers, and I said nothing Then they came for the Uber drivers, and I…
