For those of us who see Memorial Day as the unofficial start of summer, this, the Labor Day weekend, in that same spirit marks its end. Neither, of course, is true and that can be easily proven by looking at the calendar but perceptions of reality and reality are often the same thing, the calendar be damned.
I benefited during my working career from a lot of people who came before me in terms of demanding and receiving a living wage, a safe workplace, dignified and respectful treatment and a list of tangible and intangible benefits that runs from here to the horizon.
Enjoy the Labor Day weekend but remember what it's about.
-bill kenny
Ramblings of a badly aged Baby Boomer who went from Rebel Without a Cause to Bozo Without a Clue in, seemingly, the same afternoon.
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Saturday, September 1, 2018
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Early Days
It's a fine line between childlike and childish, and I ride on it balanced like Duna on a bike in a John Irving novel. I was born month...
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