Raise your glass to the hard-working peopleLet’s drink to the uncounted headsLet’s think of the wavering millionswho need leaders but get gamblers instead -“Salt of the Earth”, by Mick Jagger & Keith Richard (from the album Beggar’s Banquet) “It is about a search, too, for daily meaning as well as daily bread, for recognition as well as cash, for astonishment rather than torpor; in short, for a sort of life rather than a Monday through Friday sort of dying. Perhaps immortality, too, is part of the quest. To be remembered was the wish, spoken and unspoken, of the heroes and heroines of this book.” ― Studs Terkel, from his book Working: People Talk About What They Do All Day and How They Feel About What They Do (Shame mode) Full disclosure. It had been so long since I had contemplated the true meaning of Labor Day, I had to refresh myself with a web search. Like many wage slaves (yes, I am still punching a clock at 68…Google “average 1 bedroom rent in Seattle” for further details), I view it as one of the 7 annual paid holidays offered by my employer (table scraps, really…relative to the other 254 weekdays I spend chained to a desk, slipping ever closer to the Abyss). To paraphrase Marvin the Paranoid Android…I’m not getting you down, am I? Anyway, back to the true meaning of Labor Day. According to the U.S.D.O.L. website: Labor Day, the first Monday in September, is a creation of the…