G“Oh, well, a-bless my soul, but what’s wrong with me?I’m itchin’ like a man on a fuzzy tree My friends say I’m actin’ wild as a bug I’m in love … I’m all shook up.”— 1956 Song lyrics by Otis Blackwell Someday, I want to be a column writer. When I grow up.Wouldn’t it be amazing? To be like those gifted writers who create something out of nothing. Individuals who can write about anything at the drop of a hat. Any subject. Any time. Just crack my knuckles like a concert pianist and start creating magic with the keys.Someone like ...