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)

Saturday, September 30, 2017

Stellar tweets of the month(s)

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August was the first month in five years of tweeting where I didn’t do an @8days2Amish monthly round-up. There was a huge outcry. Wel...
Friday, September 22, 2017

Some productive writers finish one book a year; I finished two on Monday

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(823 words) People have from time-to-time asked what’s the longest I’ve ever gone without blogging. That would be from 1963 th...
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Tuesday, September 19, 2017

Mourning the death of world's most cheerful man

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(655 words) I’ve lately been waking up angry Dick Guenther taught me to drive when I was 16. I wish Dick Guenther hadn’t taught...
Friday, August 18, 2017

When pull-my-finger is health care

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(782 words) I’ve for years been asking people to pull my finger strictly for comedic purposes. For those of us of juvenile bents, it...
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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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