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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Monday, October 24, 2016

Has "Walking Dead" jumped the zombie shark?

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(877 words) The show had been gut-wrenching — and I don’t mean that as a dramatic critique. No, in “Walking Dead” you can see pe...
Thursday, September 29, 2016

Yukkin' it up over laugh track history (from '15)

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(647 words) I plan to spend tomorrow commemorating the 2003 death of Charles Douglass by laughing my merry ass off. I’ll chortle...
Thursday, November 3, 2011

Goin' postal over USPS decline

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I find myself seeking odd reasons to run to the post office to spend money, as if my meager purchase of $8.80 worth of Homer Simpson stamps ...
Wednesday, August 3, 2011

ZIPpity-do-duh: A postal money maker (from 2008)

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I've vowed to blog nearly every day unless I don't feel like it. I feel like it every day, really. I enjoy it. But today a friend...
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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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