We celebrate Labor Day today in the U.S. in praise of all workingmen and women. Except for those in critical jobs that serve the public, it is supposed to be a day of rest.
But after I came home from Virginia to a dead battery in my car, I called AAA road service and, within an hour, a mechanic was at my door to give me a jump and check my battery (I need a new one). Stuart said he will work all day.
On move-in day Saturday at my son's college, I met one student's dad who said he was driving the eight hours back home to Alabama on Sunday so that he could work in the yard on Monday.
And although I don't consider cooking "work" per se, I have signed up to be the chef today at home; the menu, for those interested, is spare ribs, a charred corn relish, baked potatoes and salad. And, of course, I am keeping my streak of a daily posting since January by writing this while watching Tiger, Phil and the other PGA tour players battle it out in Boston. Golf is a wonderful recreational game but, for some, it is their job...even on Labor Day.
My best wishes to all you fellow working stiffs.
