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)

Tuesday, November 14, 2017

"Lucky Lindy" was a bigamist; Neil Armstrong a bore

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(611 words) So as an antidote to so many stories of so many men behaving so badly, I was reading a book about Neil Armstrong, our pr...
Monday, November 6, 2017

The deadly echo of "Now is not the time"

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(462 words) I’m growing nostalgic for the days when at least one hometown witness to slaughter would tell reporters, man, I never dr...
Wednesday, November 1, 2017

A Movember story of why I shaved my 'stache

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(581 words) I foolishly thought I was years beyond altering my appearance to secure the love of a pretty girl. Wrong.  And...
Tuesday, October 31, 2017

Twick 'r Tweet! Best of October

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Following me on twitter @8days2Amish is like spending time deep inside my head only without all the hangovers. • It’s unfathoma...
Friday, October 20, 2017

Opioid scourge in Mr. Rogers' Neighborhood

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(797 words) It was 4:45 yesterday afternoon. I was home and Val could sense I was beginning to feel anxious. I had somewhere I had t...
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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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