Larry Plumb Is Still Here

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Larry Plumb Is Still Here tells the poignant and often humorous story of a man wrestling with relevance in a rapidly changing world. Larry Plumb, a fifty-six-year-old suburban Highway Commissioner and Senior Utility Specialist in Western New York, is the quintessential everyman—diligent, reliable, and steady. But as his family and community challenge his once-unquestioned authority, Larry finds himself adrift in a sea of shifting societal expectations and personal regrets.

Through daily routines like feeding and caring for his egg hens, navigating tense family dynamics with his wife, Maureen, and daughter, Samantha, and reflecting on his role in a world that increasingly dismisses his perspective, Larry confronts questions of masculinity, identity, and belonging. His professional life is no less complex, marked by municipal politics, confrontational coworkers, and a relentless commitment to doing what’s right, even when it goes unnoticed.

With the help of his oldest friends Mac and Burbs and unexpected moments of connection with the cosmic Dr. Johnson, Larry begins to piece together what it truly means to remain relevant—not just to others, but to himself. Equal parts introspective and comedic, Larry Plumb Is Still Here is a heartfelt exploration of middle age, resilience, and the unyielding quest to matter.

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