You know that scene in “Close Encounters” when Richard Dreyfuss makes a giant Devil’s Tower sculpture in his living room? Well, I swear I’ve got the Grand Tetons on my front lawn. I have a mountain of snow six feet high running the length of my front yard, parallel to the driveway. It’s absolutely unreal. Anyhow, a lot of things go through your mind when you’re endlessly shoveling snow (I think I’ve been out there six times in the past two and a half days,) so in no particular order, here are some of the things I’ve been thinking about:
- I am going to be shoveling snow for the rest of my life.
- The U.S. should promise tariff-parity with any nation with which we trade. There’s no more refinancings to be done. We’re going to have to dig out of this mess the old-fashioned way, by making stuff and selling it. That’s the only way we’re going to generate the tens of millions of jobs needed to get the country back on its feet. And we’re going to have to find markets for it all.
Now you always hear that U.S. workers make too much. But wages haven’t grown at all in a decade, and I bet adjusted for inflation they’ve barely grown in a generation (I know there’s a good table for this somewhere, just couldn’t find it quickly.) How overpaid could Joe Six-Pack possibly be anymore? It’s time to revive manufacturing.
- What idiots made the center of commerce, finance and politics the New York-Washington region? Why isn’t “New York” in Florida, or somewhere warm, where I could still have a job as a business reporter and not have to freeze and shovel snow? Who founded New York? The Dutch. God, I hate the Dutch.