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, April 9, 2019

"Us" movie & the perils of genius

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(674 words) Val and I walked entertained, but bewildered from the movie theater. We’d just seen the highly regarded new Jordan Peele...
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Friday, April 5, 2019

Optimist gets world's worst rejection letter

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(702 words) In my evergreen attempts to gauge my occupational results (pathetic) versus my potential (monumental), I think I’ve sett...
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Tuesday, April 2, 2019

Giving our hearts to Mick Jagger

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(751 words) My face bore a grave expression Sunday when I summoned the 12-year-old to the kitchen table. I took both her little hand...
Monday, April 1, 2019

April 1st not foolish enough (NOT a rerun*)

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737 words) America will be better off when people spend as much time preparing for April Fool’s Day as they do for stuffy holidays lik...
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Sunday, March 31, 2019

Short but tweet; March tweets of the month

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It was a paltry harvest this month, but a fairly nutritious yield. I don't know why I'm prolific some months (60-plus tweets) an...
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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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