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Match Play is a golf/suspense novel. Dust of Autumn is a bloody one set in upstate New York. Prairie View is set in South Dakota, with a final scene atop Rattlesnake Butte. Life is the Arbor is a children's book about Rollie Rabbit and his friends (on about a fourth grade level). The Black Widow involves an elaborate extortion scheme. Doggy-Dog World is my memoir. And ES3 is a description of my method for examining English sentence structure.
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Sunday, September 1
Then there’s Labor Day tomorrow, my bench mark in the past for the start of another school year. Oh, the pain of that annual beginning. The end of a teacher’s freedom, the anxiety of seeing classloads of new faces, planning new units to teach to mostly unresponsive students. The twenty percent that have always been there and always will be brightened my teaching career, but the other eighty percent finally drove me out of the classroom. I always swore I’d teach into my seventies, but the apathy I confronted during the last ten years made me rethink that retirement date. Other than school start, what does Labor Day mean to me? Summer’s end. A parade or two on tv, a family get-together for a Labor Day meal. That’s about it. Labor Day is my least favorite national holiday. Labor Day, a day to celebrate the working class. Sounds sort of uniony to me. But then, I was part of the New York State Teachers Association, so I can’t really grump about unions. Grover Cleveland signed this day into law in 1894 after a number of demonstrators were killed as they complained of unfair railroad wages in the Pullman Strike. And now, 119 years later, we’re still taking a day off from work to recognize all the laborers in the country. As a happy retiree, I’m no longer a part of that laboring group. But at 4:00 this afternoon, cocktail time, I’ll raise a Scotch and water, toasting all the laborers lucky enough to have jobs, commiserating with all those who don’t.
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