I’ve been preparing myself for the upcoming death of print journalism by trying to bond with a TV news anchor (not easy now that Peter Jennings is dead), asking my son questions about his Kindle, and reading news online. It’s a struggle for a tactile freak such as myself. I’m a toucher. I like to […]
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The King’s Inn and He’s Kind of a Creeper
I feel compelled to follow up my blog on being a waitress at Howard Johnson’s with a post on being a cook at King’s Inn, in Lowellville. If there is a shit job that is worse than being a waitress next to an interstate highway, it’s being a cook in the middle of Western Pennsylvania. […]
The Hubbard Eagle Has Landed
It’s like Christmas morning. I just got a big box of Hubbard newspapers in the mail from my friend Barb. She saves all the papers from our hometown and boxes them up every few months and sends them to me. I would call her to thank her, but I’m pretty sure she’s on a cruise […]