We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
Some of our international readers may not know that Labor Day, this Monday, is the counterpart of Memorial Day - the official book-ends of summertime, but with both holidays having solemn and important meaning.
Labor Day, of course, was designed to celebrate the trade union movement, which succeeded in raising the American blue-collar worker to the middle class. A very worthy accomplishment, but perhaps not a reason for a national holiday. So we ignore its meaning and make a long weekend out of it, which many seem to be beginning today.
Image: a 1920s worker's lunch bucket, made by Thermos, no doubt designed to contain a loving wife's preparing of a thermos of coffee, a sandwich, an apple, and a hunk of cheese or something, and maybe a piece of chocolate for her hard-working man.