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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.

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Monday, September 1. 2008

Labor Day

Labor Day is more about unions and marking the end of the summertime mentality than anything else. But, on Labor Day, I like to remember all the folks who are working today like cops, doctors, nurses, pilots, firemen, lifeguards, EMS crews, farmers, mini-mart clerks, chefs and cooks and dishwashers, junior financial analysts, soldiers - and, today, plenty of service folks and National Guardsmen are on duty down on the Gulf Coast.

None of those folks is doing burgers and beer today (except maybe the farmers, once their chores are done).

Since Labor Day is not, for me, any sort of patriotic day, I'll do two photos from our Brit farmer friend (and honorary Maggie's Farmer) who has just finished his harvest in our ancestral homeland:

 and will be heading back to the office job:

 

Posted by Bird Dog in Our Essays, The Culture, "Culture," Pop Culture and Recreation at 12:18 | Comments (6) | Trackbacks (0)

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Both of my parents worked every holiday.
Mom was a waitress at country clubs. Rich people want their fancy breakfast every day - even Christmas.
Dad runs boilers and multi-ton air conditioners in huge dyno buildings running tests that last weeks and don't get shut down for holidays.

When they were young, they had no seniority and didn't get the holidays. By the time they could, us kids were grown, so they took the holidays to give the younger parents a chance to spend holidays with their families.

It is from such great people that I spring. And I am very proud.
#1 _Jon (Link) on 2008-09-01 13:16 (Reply)
Rightly so.
#1.1 BD on 2008-09-01 13:34 (Reply)
When I was a kid my father owned a gas station. We'd open our presents on Christmas morning then he and I were off to the station. He'd tell the customers "Gee, I just came down to check the place and I haven't been able to get away". Finally, after dark, I'd get to play with my presents.
#2 Roy Lofquist on 2008-09-01 14:54 (Reply)
Love it. That's America.
#2.1 bd on 2008-09-01 15:16 (Reply)
Did you play with them in your head while at the station all day?
Most of the time it was better than the actual toy...
#2.2 _Jon (Link) on 2008-09-01 18:29 (Reply)
Didn't have time to. When you're the only open gas station within 20 miles you can get awfully busy.
#2.2.1 Roy Lofquist on 2008-09-01 18:54 (Reply)

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