Monday, September 2, 2013

Labor Day

First, a confession.

I have, quite honestly, never understood Labor Day. I'm not sure I understand it now.

I know, I know. I could read up on it some, but I tried that, here, and it all sounds rather socialist to me.

Don't get me wrong. I have a great deal of respect for folks who have a trade, who make their wages by the sweat of their brow. They are the lifeblood of any country. But still and all, I associate much of what surrounds the day with the unions.

Back in the day they were needed, they probably are needed still. (Management types often come across as blood-sucking ghouls, not that there's anything wrong with that.) But many of the union leaders look no different from their management counterparts. Both are out to line their pockets. It's always the little guy that suffers.

Maybe I'm just cranky because I'm still on West Coast time, I didn't roll out of bed today until almost noon. Also the day is gloomy and wet, didn't see any of that in the San Joaquin valley!

So, there will be an adjustment period. Soon, I hope, I'll be back to my old self. But for now?

Labor Day, bah humbug. (Though I will take the time off, thank you very much!)


  1. I'm not a fan of unions. Like you say, they served a purpose back in the day, said day being long since passed. I had to deal with the UAW in the wayback and they left a BAD taste in my mouth.


  2. Two of my children were born on Labor Day, so I never associate it with unions other than the kind that took place the previous December.


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