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)

Saturday, October 30, 2021

Twick or Tweet? October's best

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  • I’m not really sure they bought it the first time, but I sense my family is after 6 consecutive days losing patience with me walking in ...
Monday, October 25, 2021

Arnold Palmer's ghost is haunting The Tin Lizzy (wink, wink)

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  (597 words) First off, it says something about the quality of our dead regulars that if I could summon their spirits, Arnold Palmer would ...
Monday, October 18, 2021

Our, oh, so sinister nipples

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                                                (617 words) One of the most brutal situations a public speaker must endure is to persevere t...
Tuesday, October 5, 2021

Repeating myself over and over and ...

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  (622 words) People say I repeat myself when I’m drunk. People say I repeat myself when I’m drunk. Or maybe you’ve already heard? If you re...
Thursday, September 30, 2021

Sept. Tweets of the Month

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And here at the end of the month it is the customary time to post my wrap-up and ask the question, as I always do, geez, does anybody even r...
Thursday, September 23, 2021

Thoughts on dinosaur sex

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  (621 words) Some fathers talk birds ’n’ bees with their daughters. The wusses. When I have “the talk” with my loved ones, we go big. We go...
Wednesday, September 15, 2021

Reflections on nearly 30 years of staring out the window

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  (583 words) I spend an inordinate amount of time wondering if my decision in 1992 to skip the whole career thing was a wise career move....
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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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