Eight Days to Amish

No Paychecks . . . No Prospects . . . Always How one writer struggles to elevate from the hammock, overcome his God-given laziness and earn a living in a cruel world that insists he work. (The title of this blog is in no way aspirational or should be considered an endorsement of the Amish lifestyle)

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Tuesday, November 4, 2014

Sidewalk catcalls & hiding the Christmas pickle

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(923 words) I contend my superhero power is an ability to ignore even massive cleavage when it is shoved right beneath my nose. I ...
Tuesday, October 22, 2013

A Pittsburgh weekend in my hole-y shirt

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(703 words) I just spent the last three days wearing my favorite hooded sweatshirt. It’s gray with a stenciled “Rolling Rock” bee...
Friday, May 24, 2013

Happy birthday to Bob Dylan & my blog!

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(642 words) You’re probably unaware of the vanity, but for the past two years this blog has been lying about its age. It says it’...
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I'm the Latrobe, Pa., based author of "The Last Baby Boomer: The Story of the Ultimate Ghoul Pool," "Use All The Crayons! The Colorful Guide to Simple Human Happiness," and popular books about two Latrobe neighbors (Fred Rogers & Arnold Palmer). I'll write for anybody who'll pay me. I am a PROSEtitute
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