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)

Showing posts with label airplane claustrophobia. Show all posts
Showing posts with label airplane claustrophobia. Show all posts
Monday, February 1, 2016

Overcoming in-flight panic attacks

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(710 words) Flying commercial always makes me feel like a foot must feel when it’s getting shoved into a bowling shoe. I tweeted...
Wednesday, March 28, 2012

Return of the panic attacks

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Lewis Grizzard, the late, great Southern humorist, used to say he belonged to a no-fly club. Their motto: “If given a choice, we will neve...
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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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