Another holiday? No trash pickup. No mail. No congress.
Seems like there are a lot of these holidays. Yet for me everyday is a holiday.
Everyday is Christmas.

Now as I recall, earning a living meant finding a job where
someone else paid you to do whatever the company or organization required. If
you were skilled enough or educated enough or had some kind of inroads, you
could make a decent living.
A job to some was a trade. Working in a factory or
manufacturing or construction with limited expectations and minimal pay. Then
unions were formed to increase the pay, demand better working conditions and
limit the intimidations of the bosses.


Some occupations required more educational or technical
knowledge. Number crunchers needed to know math, journalist needed to know
English, and doctors needed a lot of years of practice. I’m not sure what
managers need?
I read of the lack of truckers due to the aging boomers or
all those who are working part-time or on consignment without benefits and
wonder what the next generation will do to provide for themselves and their
families. I’m not going to get into the government assistance since I am on the
dole but just for a few more years.

So let us celebrate all the working class. While you are
cooking your hot dogs and hamburgers and drinking your beer with family waiting
for the fireworks, there is another bunch who understand their job is 24/7 and
are selling groceries, fighting fires, selling back-to-school supplies, and
cleaning up our accidents and trash.
Happy Labor Day.
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