My family is not a camping family but every summer my dad puts up a tent in our backyard and for a night or two we camp out.
It’s fun, especially the scary camping stories my dad tells. This year, they were particularly frightening. Sure, he told us the one about the girl with the yellow ribbon tied around her neck because it’s holding her head on, but he also told other real thrillers: the government bailout that didn’t work, the country that squandered its freedoms and was teetering on the edge of socialism, a country where no matter how hard you worked there was no earned success, a country with no innovators, no entrepreneus, no money, and no jobs. Talk about scary. I’m just happy they’re fiction, for now.
Today is Labor Day, a day to celebrate the worker, but it’s a litle hard for the 23 million people who aren’t workers and who want to be.
Hopefully, a lot of Americans will take a close and honest look at the facts facing our economy, and realize that we, as citizens, have the power to move our country in the right direction.
If we do, maybe next year my dad can get back to telling more of my favorites like The Killer in the Backseat, The Hook-Man, or Clinkity-Clink.
Peace Love Profits,