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The baseball season is barely two weeks old and I'm already arguing the Bucs should take the steps to acquire the frozen head of the late, great Ted Williams and have it bat clean up. Also the time at a Bob Dylan concert when I embarrassed Bob Nutting and why he had it coming. Spoiler alert! ... 'cause he always does.
Stories about my GoFundMe appeal, holy bobbleheads and what it means to make a night deposit at the ol' bone bank
After a year of tinkering I think I've finally settled on a format that works: Me telling my stories.
First of all, do I have stories?
Well, I won two Golden Quill awards when I worked for newspapers, then I quit that to do as many as 4 stories a week for 10 years at National Enquirer. This was followed by stories for Sports Illustrated, Maxim, Esquire, GQ, People, Details, Cooking Light -- the list goes on and on.
Do I have stories?
C'mon!
Please Share, Rate & Review ... and kick Hump Day's butt!
Enjoy some of my best observations from over 30 years of actively oaying attention. Today's stories include how to react when someone says they write books, our last waterbed, and how I'll react if Jesus comes back today at 3 pm -- in my office here at The Tin Lizzy.
Some stories about baseball, some stories about time, all strung together with the thoughts of a free range chicken.
They said the hospital I was going to and the resident surgeons meant I was "in good hands."
"Wrong!" said I. "Good hands will be in me!"
I've done more than 2,200 blog posts from 2007 to 2024. Here is me reading three of them and riffing on a recent surgery.
It may be historically cold out there, but that doesn't stop our nation's nudists from planning for a clothes-free summer ...
Today, sprinkled amid the christmas jokes, are stories about the snows in Buffalo, why some cities should change their names to be more representative of their circumstances, and that contoiversial Paul Mccartney Christmas tune
Today topics include the greatest Thanksgiving song, socializing with the US Marines, drunk dialing old buddies and what it’s like to be considered a celebrity in a small town Christmas parade.
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