Kind words for A Bridge at Crossroads

A Bridge at Crossroads - print 1 webBob Garfinkel is a former Kewaunee County Board supervisor, business owner and founder of Literacy Partners of Kewaunee County. I was tickled to receive this note from him after I shared my new book with him:

A Bridge at Crossroads is an easy read but is full of wit and wisdom. Warren Bluhm is a well-known newspaper and editorial man, podcaster, and award winning journalist. This book gives insight to Warren’s life, but more importantly, the reader gets an insight to his/her own life. Personally, I am at a crossroads in my life at 72, have had a busy and rewarding life, accomplished all of my major goals, and suddenly slowed my life to a stop after a major health concern. A Bridge at Crossroads gave me the nudge I needed to get off the couch and work on a project I’ve neglected for months.

Most chapters are a page long and easy to pick up and put down. The caution is if you skim though it quickly, some of the writings have a deeper meaning than first appears and you might miss the point. This book has had a great impact on my life. I have folded the page corner on 2 dozen pages that I will re-read whenever I need a nudge.

Bob Garfinkel / Luxemburg, WI

Thanks, Bob! A Bridge at Crossroads is available for purchase at Amazon and Lulu in ebook and print.

You can also get a copy for investing in the Kewaunee County Comet, a local independent online news source. Details here.


Interview with a ‘journalist’ who turns out to be a tinker

sleeping dogs lie

“So you sit down every morning and write in your journal.”


“What do you write?”

“I’m not even sure. Most days I just open the book and write anything – a story, a conversation like this one, or thinking about what to publish next or some such.”

“OK, then what? What do you do with what you write?”


“Yeah. What do you do with this stuff?”

“Well — usually I just leave it.”

“You don’t go back and read it?”

“Well, I do …”

“And —”

“Some of it’s pretty interesting. Might be a piece of a novel I’m tinkering with, might be a song lyric or a short story I could flesh out.”

“So – do you do that? Flesh it out? Put it in the novel?”

“Not always. Every now and then. OK, almost never.”

“Why not?”

“I don’t know.”

“Yes, you do. Why not?”

“Scared, I think.”

“Scared of what?”

“It won’t be good enough. It’ll be a great idea but I can’t execute, or no one will care.”

“Do you care?”

“Well, sure —”

“Then who cares who cares?”

W.B.’s Book Report: Dodger

dodgerI am swiftly becoming a Terry Pratchett fan, having just listened to Stephen Briggs’ wonderful recitation of Dodger, my third excursion this year into the mind of the Discworld maven.

I can’t listen without a smile on my face, so charming and whimsical is this story of a young man surviving among the dirty streets of earlier Victorian London and meeting Charles Dickens and other notable personages. The implication is that here is the tale of a young man who inspired Dickens to create the character of the Artful Dodger. This resourceful hero comes to the rescue of a mysterious young woman and turns his world upside-down.

I would be sad that I missed Pratchett for 66 years if I weren’t delighted at the prospect of the years ahead reading his wonderful works.

Two girls

two girls

Two girls.

Two girls who look like dogs.

Sitting on the other side of the glass door


With expressions that may be yearning

Or, perhaps, may simply be stares.

They come in when I open the door,

One heading straight for the water dish

And the other to the easy chair next to mine,

To curl up, place her chin on the arm

And slowly ease back into sleep.

Do their chests fill with love, as mine does,

When we share a room together,

Or are they just waiting for me to feed them?

We feed each other what we need.

That works for me.

Ray Bradbury: Born Aug. 22

93855-bradbury1Ray Bradbury was born 99 years ago on Aug. 22, 1920.

“I was in love with everything I did. My heart did not beat, it exploded. I did not warm to a subject, I boiled over. I have always run fast and yelled loud about a list of great and magical things I knew I simply could not live without.”

His spirit lives forever.