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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Thursday, January 28, 2016

My near-fatal finger splinter

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(743 words) I gave a doctor the finger and Obamacare paid for it! I had a life-threatening splinter deep in my right hand’s middle...
Wednesday, April 2, 2014

I have no middle name (and how F. Murray Abraham got his enigmatic F.)

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(704 words) We’re immersed in so many complicated TV shows right now I sometimes have trouble keeping all the dense plots straight. ...
Thursday, February 24, 2011

Death to Gaddafi

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I do not consider myself the bloodthirsty sort, but when CNN broadcasts angry mobs executing Col. Muammar Gaddafi I’ll TiVo the kill. L...
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Saturday, July 10, 2010

The TV has become the penis

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Readers who enjoy vicarious woe are in for a splendid couple of weeks because a wave of woe is crashing upon me. First off, car trouble. The...
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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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