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)

Monday, August 31, 2020

August Tweets of the Month -- Hooray!

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Buy books from me and this is likely to be the return address. I found out many years ago that people treat Rev. Rodell way better than...
Friday, August 21, 2020

I knew gay-slurring Cinci announcer: What's he like?

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(664 words) I’ve made the decision to use the currently inflammatory word “faggot” without coy deceptions — not because Cincinnati b...
Tuesday, August 18, 2020

Dismayed over USPS attacks

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(757 words) If I were to write exclusively about all the stuff that dismays me I’d have to write five times a day through at least,...
Thursday, August 6, 2020

Not broken but ... How I wound up in cast

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(738 words) The last time I had my right leg — and that’s the ol’ ass kicker —  orthopedically immobilized was 1978. I was cap...
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Monday, August 3, 2020

Kamikaze bug flies into my ear

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(628 words) I wondered what was going on inside the fly’s head as it flew straight inside mine. Was it a fearless scout? A fugit...
Friday, July 31, 2020

Tweets of the (last two) months!

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• I’m a law-and-order guy who believes not until all the laws are equitably applied to all the people can true order ever be enforced ...
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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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