Thursday, March 11, 2010

Room Even For The Semi-Sacrilegious

By Robert J. Ottaviani
I took the standard oath when I signed on to blog for ProLong thereby surrendering my first born or designated child that I wished to sacrifice. They put me through all of the DNA testing,the secret handshake and signing off on the clause that prevents me from blogging for a competitor.
I know [...]

Instant Impatience

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We Still Had Fun Before All of This Technology Hit

By Robert J. Ottaviani
I’m watching television on my parents 25-inch console television, which is by and large considered huge in size and doubles as a piece of furniture with the nicely fitted wood trim and speaker cloth framing both sides. I do this by pulling [...]

The Secret Of Life

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By Robert J. Ottaviani
It can be a life long endeavor. It can be something that you put on the shelf to get to later. It can be evasive and elusive. It doesn’t often present itself outwardly and when it does you may not recognize it. It is available to most everyone and yet so few [...]

A Twisted Little Poem

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By Robert J. Ottaviani
Sometimes stories and poems have real morals that we can all learn from. Our author Bert Ottaviani offers this twisted little original poem about the big one that got away, a fish story with a moral. Enjoy this quick read over the holidays when you have a free moment to reflect.

There was [...]

A Pocket Full Of Change

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For The Jukebox Playing Inside of Your Head
By Robert J. Ottaviani
Whether you bop to pop, nettle with metal, poke around with folk, flock to rock, pay your dues for the blues, flip flop about hip hop, prance to dance, have a hanker-in for Hank or are a spaz about jazz-there’s something for everyone when it [...]

The Seeds of Appreciation

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By Robert J. Ottaviani
Years have a way of washing away a lot of memories but some stay firmly ensconced
and are close to the heart for recall.

When I was a young pre teen little guy looking for adventure I found myself outdoors quite often. There was a kind elderly man in the neighborhood they called “Kangy” [...]