Saving Baseball

by Going Down Swinging Philly… The year was 2075 and baseball was on the rocks.  Salaries were out of control, ticket prices were out of reach, and the stands were virtually empty.  Baseball was on the verge of collapse. So it was no surprise when in March of 2075, just as spring training was getting underway,…

My Time Spent in the Mob

by Connectedly Philly… I was in the Park when I heard the news about Wags Wagglestein, my attorney.  Next thing I knew I was headed downtown.  It had been a long time since I had been down to Mulberry Street, and suddenly I was feeling nostalgic. I remember my very first time in New York. …

Southern Girl

by Whistling-Dixie Philly… “Well, at least she’s no damn Yankee,” said Mother, and that was the closest thing to a compliment I was ever going to get.  “That girl, while you were at Princeton, the one with the, the nose, you know, the…” “The Jewish girl,” I said. “Don’t you use that tone with me,”…

Trademark USA

by Americanly Philly… My friend TJ Max isn’t just a sexist and a swamp rat, he’s an author as well.  In fact, he’s recently penned a treatise he calls Trademark USA, and plausible or not, it’s quite revolutionary.  The whole thing is more than two-hundred pages long and he wrote it all in one night. …

The Time Machine

by Timelessly Philly… I went over to my friend Norton Throssberg’s house the other day to watch the Big Game.  You remember Norton.  He’s the guy who discovered our sister planet Eden in the Polaris 9876 Solar System in the Andromeda Galaxy.  Wait, that doesn’t happen until the year 3085.  Anyway. Read the whole story……

My Wild Turkey Story

by Turkey Philly, from a story told to him by Dr. Mark Newcomb, PhD… Every day in America, twenty-seven people are killed in drunk driving accidents.  For a nation of over three hundred million, that might not seem like a lot; but that’s almost ten thousand people every year.  That’s more than the average small…

The Two-Ton Brick

by Universally Philly… I was talking to someone in the park the other day.  No one important, just some old man who came and sat down on the bench beside me.  “All thinking men,” he told me, “are atheists.” “So does that mean,” I said, “that everyone who believes in God is an idiot?” “Not…