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, October 12, 2018

Leading leaders in search of food, my swagger

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(573 words) It was the most poorly planned quasi-military exercise since Bay of Pigs. We were on a mission to find the food at the G...
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Monday, October 8, 2018

My doctor wants to be my friend

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(641 words) I was a bit startled when during a routine exam the doctor said he considers me a friend and began confiding details of ...
Wednesday, October 3, 2018

I'm drinking too much & it's all your fault!

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(651 words) First of all, this is NOT about Judge Kavanaugh or his drinking. The only experiences we share are that he admits he got...
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...
Thursday, September 13, 2018

10 great life quotes for graduating seniors

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(676 words) Our oldest daughter is on a quest to find the most insightful quote to illustrate her character in her HS year book. She...
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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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