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)

Friday, December 30, 2016

2017: Looking forward to better days

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(671 words) I’m so fond of my attorney I spent a good bit of 2016 contemplating various crimes just so I could enjoy more confidenti...
Thursday, December 29, 2016

A 2016 blog sampler with links to share

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Three of my most popular and well-received posts from 2016 were heartfelt eulogies to dead friends. So if you’re a friend of mine ...

December Tweets of the Month

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It makes little sense, but I still get a real charge out of coming up with funny tweets or ones that hint at submerged wisdom. Plenty of...
Wednesday, December 28, 2016

Retards, pyramids of faggots & how meanings change

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(672 words) It was about a month ago when our 5th grader asked me to assist with vocabulary words. She needed to add to a list o...
Tuesday, December 27, 2016

Boxed wine for Mom on Boxing Day

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(702 words) All I know about Boxing Day I learned from a 1981 episode of M*A*S*H that featured Col. Potter swapping duties with Co...
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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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