It’s interesting: We use the same word — depression — to describe a paralyzing melancholy and general economic collapse. I imagine it’s safe to say one leads to the other and back. Some say the cure for an economic depression is to have the government spend our way out of it. That, of course, ignoresContinue reading “The winnable struggle against depression and depression”
Author Archives: WarrenBluhm
Keep a pad and a pen by your bed
Yes, this was the truth. I finally knew what to do. I was so sure. It was a brilliant insight. I brimmed with confidence. First thing in the morning, I would get started. This time, nothing could stop me. And when I woke, all I could remember was the certainty. I had no clue whatContinue reading “Keep a pad and a pen by your bed”
Grant me the serenity
Now, see, this is why it’s not a good idea to look at the glowing screen first thing in the morning. I walk out with Willow to see to her morning constitutional, and it’s a beautiful morning, so quiet and still that the rooster’s crowing a half-mile away is clear as day, and the reverberationsContinue reading “Grant me the serenity”
In the Attic: Manhattan Spiritual
Reading about Tommy James’ career got me rummaging through my boxes of old 45 rpm singles last night, listening first to my old TJ and the Shondells tunes and then paging down the alphabet, when I stumbled across my treasured copy of Reg Owen’s “Manhattan Spiritual,” which I hadn’t heard in years. I still don’tContinue reading “In the Attic: Manhattan Spiritual”
W.B.’s Book Report: Tommy James’ autobiography
The magic just grabs some people. My cousin’s dear one shared his copy of a book by Tommy James called Me, the Mob and the Music, and I raced through the first half last night. It’s quite a tale. It’s the story of a kid who was gripped by the magic early in life andContinue reading “W.B.’s Book Report: Tommy James’ autobiography”
Villainy and inevitability
Weary of defying and denying, he walked to the mountaintop podium and barked. “You’ll never win,” he shouted quietly. “You’ll never take my freedom. Between my temples and between your temples, we both know. I have resisted your lies and your false prophecies with all the strength I had. I am weary and exhausted, butContinue reading “Villainy and inevitability”
A Bridge at Crossroads
Crossroads at Big Creek is a nature preserve in Sturgeon Bay, Wisconsin, that I would visit on lunch breaks when I worked there. A couple of weeks after being evicted from my dream job (“This is an economic decision, not a performance decision”), I sat on a bench near this bridge and wrote these words.)Continue reading “A Bridge at Crossroads”