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 insects. Show all posts
Showing posts with label insects. Show all posts
Monday, August 3, 2020

Kamikaze bug flies into my ear

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(628 words) I wondered what was going on inside the fly’s head as it flew straight inside mine. Was it a fearless scout? A fugit...
Monday, September 16, 2019

The story of the fearless windshield surfing insect of indeterminate sex & species

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(624 words) I didn’t notice the stowaway until I began accelerating and when I did I became so mesmerized I nearly drove off the r...
Monday, August 8, 2011

Bugs are buggin' me

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I don’t understand how out of all the world’s winged creatures, the magnificent and the mundane, the one that’s attracted to dog poop and pi...
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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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