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)

Thursday, March 19, 2020

When will I see you again?

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(662 words) I’m feeling melancholy, like you do when a long winning streak comes to an abrupt end. I’m about to experience what is f...
Tuesday, March 17, 2020

Let's run the Derby w/o jockeys

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(559 words) I did some checking and just as I’d feared the only enduring national sporting event still on the calendar involves comp...
Monday, March 16, 2020

We're ALL essential

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(657 words) When I heard our duly elected leaders are asking only essential workers report to work, like many of you, I looked mys...
Thursday, March 12, 2020

Random thoughts on, oh, what's it called?

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• I love America and I love Americans, but given what I know about both, I’m convinced right now CDC hotlies are jammed with people who ...
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Saturday, February 29, 2020

Leaper tweets of the month

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• I used to make prognostications but I was so wrong so often I predict it'll never happen again. • Because I enjoy security c...
Tuesday, February 25, 2020

This book is worth (at least) $150

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(646 words) I’m not suggesting it will play a role in toppling international currency markets, but one of my books was a key facto...
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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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