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More good news about the publishing industry. In 1900, America’s second favorite book (after the Bible) was the Sears Roebuck Catalogue. In the most recent Pew poll, America’s second favorite book (still trailing The Bible) was Gone with the Wind, followed by the Lord of the Rings trilogy, the Harry Potter Series and Stephen King’s…

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The following is a story that I told at a Moth GrandSLAM at The Music Hall in Williamsburg in March of last year.  The theme of the night was The Tipping Point. I told a story about an  armed robbery that I experienced while managing a McDonald’s restaurant. I finished in second place.

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In the last five days, I have: Corresponded with my French translator about the French edition of my book and future books. Responded to questions from readers in Mexico, Thailand, Argentina, Germany and Turkey, as well as four states within the United States. Assisted in the publicity of my book in Italy and France by…

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I know what I should say: Invest AAPL. Use the ticker symbol so I don’t accidentally invest in an apple orchard instead of the technology company. But no. The monetary gains would be enormous, but there are two better words for my younger self: Marry Elysha. Yes, I ultimately marry her, at least in this…

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I completed revisions on a memoir last week about a summer of golf. It was written almost accidentally, and I never thought anything would come of it, but it turns out that I like it a lot. More importantly, so does my agent. With a little luck, I may have some good news about it…

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My daughter’s pajama party themed birthday was yesterday, and as a party favor, my wife designed and sewed sleep masks for the kids. The project has turned our home into a minor league sweat shop for the last week, with fabric, thread, needles, elastics bands and tools that I cannot identify strewn across tabletops, but…

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Elysha and I were in Boston last night. I was competing in a Moth GrandSLAM at the Somerville Theater.  My former second and third grade student, Allison, was babysitting. She sent us four photos, with a label that the definition of bittersweet: Her last pictures as a four year old. She says she misses you…

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