Labor Day

Today's Labor Day here in the US. It's a three-day weekend, and the "unofficial" end of summer. Usually the kids are back to school just before, or just after, and our lives, which still revolve around the agricultural calender of the 18th century goes back to some semblance of scheduled.

I know, I know, some people have their summers scheduled to the minute; I'm not that motivated, nor that interested in the nebulous idea that one has to "do stuff" in the summer.

Labor Day is a day memorialising the people who work; those who labour in and out doors, and the many ways workers have built our country-- through social justice advocacy, to unions, to mandatory education. The workers in the country have built it, in every sense of the word.

We don't remember that, though.

We remember that it's Labor Day, so grill out, and drink, and party with your friends on Monday! Woooo!

I'm not going to go into a long-winded rant about the real meaning of Labor Day. I just want you to think about the people who built our roads, and bridges, our automobiles, and houses; who bottle our beer, and who butcher our meat (or who run the machines to get us our tofu). Think about all the different ways other people have laboured to help you live a better life.

Then raise that beer to them, this weekend, too.

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