So here's my dilemna. I should celebrate -- in every way -- Labor Day. It is, after all, a recognition of working women and men; the people who we should credit for the quality of life we have in this country. And, for the most part, it has a loose association with organized labor and I have a very strong and proud relationship with unions and unionism. I think they are the institutions in the US with the most integrity and with the best track record for making people's lives better.
But here's the rub: Labor Day is the unofficial end of summer. I LOVE summer and, more to the point, I HATE winter. I hate it so much that I don't even let myself enjoy the beauties of autumn (and I acknowledge there are many). I just can't make that emotional leap from August to the cold, windy, dreary, dark, depressing, dank days that are winter in upstate New York.
My response: I just let Labor Day slide. A day off from work. Another day of beer or Jack. Maybe a final BBQ. But I can't celebrate.
Please celebrate for me. Enjoy the day and, more importantly, recognize the role labor -- organized and otherwise -- has played in this nation.
In solidarity!
But here's the rub: Labor Day is the unofficial end of summer. I LOVE summer and, more to the point, I HATE winter. I hate it so much that I don't even let myself enjoy the beauties of autumn (and I acknowledge there are many). I just can't make that emotional leap from August to the cold, windy, dreary, dark, depressing, dank days that are winter in upstate New York.
My response: I just let Labor Day slide. A day off from work. Another day of beer or Jack. Maybe a final BBQ. But I can't celebrate.
Please celebrate for me. Enjoy the day and, more importantly, recognize the role labor -- organized and otherwise -- has played in this nation.
In solidarity!
I sort of celebrated today, if you consider lying around all day celebrating.