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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Wednesday, July 15, 2020

Today my 5th anniversary at Tin Lizzy; Stop in!

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(667 words) Had I known I was destined for local infamy, I would have certainly kept the registered legal notice. Because it w...
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Monday, May 6, 2019

Will I become the last unemployed American?

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(753 words) News that the unemployment rate has descended to 3.6 percent has me wondering if I’ll be the last unemployed man left in...
Friday, April 5, 2019

Optimist gets world's worst rejection letter

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(702 words) In my evergreen attempts to gauge my occupational results (pathetic) versus my potential (monumental), I think I’ve sett...
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Friday, September 21, 2018

The why & how of my brand new signature -- it's legible!

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(678 words) I heard what by now are familiar compliments from robust audiences this week in Mt. Pleasant and the South Hills of Pitt...
Monday, September 3, 2018

Summer tweet round-up

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I used to do a monthly Twitter round-up and for the 5 or so years I was doing them I never once heard a reader say, “Man, I really loo...
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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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