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)

Sunday, December 22, 2013

Sunday re-run: The last lawless office party . . . canceled!

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My plans to have another office Christmas party were again dashed by the seasonal chaos. That makes re-running this 2010 post about my ...
Friday, December 20, 2013

The Christmas when romance (and me) were Frosty

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(1,213 words) You’d think with a resume as skimpy as mine I’d seize on any past occupation to bolster my flagging prospects. But ...
Wednesday, December 18, 2013

Bring on the bacteria! Our cleanliness is killing us

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(695 words) I’m surprised none of the hand soap people have never used a Pontius Pilot impersonator to sell their soaps. “When I n...
Tuesday, December 17, 2013

Pro football's a bore; here are 5 ways to save it

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(1,106 words) As the game clock ticked down to zero it was near midnight Sunday at frigid Heinz Field and about 46,000 fans began to f...
Monday, December 16, 2013

Love is in the air! McCutchen, Maria & Me

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(726 words) One of the things I like about the game of baseball is that it’s forever teaching me lessons about character. Being a f...
Thursday, December 12, 2013

A babbling tower of sign language

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(673 words) I'd like to see a picture of a deaf delegation at the Mandela funeral all simultaneously scratching their heads, whic...
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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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