reading his poem "What Work Is," and it will recall a classic image of grinding blue collar labor. But this isn't my life, nor John's.
his jazz band's performance for a free night's lodging (plus dinner for the band).
Labor Day in the old sense? No. Do we work hard? Yes. Although the idea of "what work is" has changed through the decades, I still appreciate this holiday. Even if it only means for most people a long weekend, a last gasp of freedom before classes kick in, a chance to hit the big sales at the shopping mall. I still like it.