I’m a Labor Day broken record, and the record that’s playing is “I Dreamed I Saw Joe Hill Last Night.”

Writing Pink Slip may be a labor of love, but it’s labor nonetheless, so – as I did last year – I’m taking the day off.

This is a link to my 2011 Labor Day post, and, as I said, I’m something of a broken record here.  Same old, same old. (But still worth thinking about, that’s for sure.)

Happy Labor Day to all, especially to my brother Rick, who has devoted his life to the labor union movement. I do not know many people who are more passionate about, or fulfilled by, their work. (“When they made you, brother, they broke the mold.”)