Summer is inexorably waning; solstice is but three weeks away. A day set aside to honor those who toil has, like so many, morphed into something else. I shall eschew discussions of agricultural versus industrial or service labor, unions good versus union bad and such. What I ask of you, Dear Readers, is that if you do have this day free from toil, to remember a few who get up today and it is like any other day of work for them. Some are part of some branch of what is referred to as “organized labor,” some are very definitely not. But for all of them, and tens, if not hundreds of thousands like them, today is NOT a day off.