About the author

Joe Cetta returns to the internet in stunning fashion, having completed a near 29 year run to sold out crowds in Scranton, PA and the surrounding area!  He recently relocated to Chicago, IL,  where as everyone knows all the good pig snouts are ground into edible products, making the fit not only suitable but bordering on destiny. 

Mr. Cetta graduated super-mega-ultra cum laude from a pair of virtually unknown colleges in Northeastern PA, one of which was recently featured in American Screenwriting magazine, even though Mr. Cetta is no screenwriter, as anyone who has read his screenplays can attest.

Mr. Cetta’s previous works include the seminal, long-running Myspace first draft blog epic A Wholly Remarkable and 33% Non-Fictional Account of Scranton and Parade Day, dealing with the events on Scranton’s lone distinguishable reason to celebrate, the St. Patrick’s Day Parade.  An edited version of this story, and this overly prolix title, are now being published to the internet at large, on an all new website run by this guy, Parade Day.

Joe also recently was named a Top Reviewer at the Shopping.com website Epinions, where he’s been writing reviews of movies, books, liquor, and home heating systems infrequently for the past nine years.  You can find all his crummy opinions here.

He is also the author of such masterworks as the much loved satirical novel The Sunshine Man (currently out of print and only available through the intense scrutiny of paper recycling bins everywhere, or by use of telepathy with the author),  the tremendously successful (in Scranton terms) adaptation for the stage of Charles Dickens’ A Christmas Carol, the riveting albeit brief screenplay for the youtube sensation The Bass (which will further emphasize the aforementioned screenwriting ability), and the controversial, thought provoking, and utterly overlooked plays Crudite, Play For Night, Windshield Wipers Turpentine, and Biography, the last of which was staged to much acclaim if not much asses in seats in a one-act play festival held in a park near a busy highway.

By and large, Mr. Cetta writes because he can’t help it, and hopes you’ll read for the same vague reason.  When you get right down to it, he’s just this guy, you know…