Today was Labor Day. “Labor Day? That phoney-baloney holiday crammed down our throats by fat-cat union gangsters?” It is a day that we are suppose to spend remembering and honoring the labor that each person in this country does. With Unions under attack these days, it seems like the days of honoring labor are long gone. Still, tonight’s son was written by Merle Travis, and in composing it, he used phrases that his father used when he was a child.