For Labor Day: "Kowalczyk's Hat"
The political climate for the working man is so screwed up these days that it's difficult to know where to begin making sense of it. The Republicans would sell us all into slavery and banish all our jobs offshore as a matter of their "Libertarian/Free Market" principles, whilst the Democrats would do the same so much as is necessary to simply keep their monied owners happy. Call it the "Principled" versus the "Pragmatic." In the end, the result is the same. Instead of building things and contributing sweat for equity, we've now become a nation of barristas, bankers, and bastard indentured servants.
Meanwhile, millions look for work with little hope of finding family-supporting jobs of the kind that always served as the underpinnings of our domestic economy. I ache for these people, not knowing what dreams there are that they can hold anymore to keep them pushing for better days ahead.
On this Labor Day, I choose to offer the following tale as a celebration of those who still find joy and sustenance in a full day's work; of those men and women who actually contribute their labors to the benefit of each of our communities on Main Street. A toast, if you will, to the Kowalczyks and the O'Neills and the Franks and the Pogos and the "kids" who still get up each day and offer their sweat and their labor and their lives for their own sense of self and for what they hope is a reasonable piece of the economic pie.
Solidarnosc! Here is "Kowalczyk's Hat":
"Messenger of sympathy and love
Servant of parted friends
Consoler of the lonely
Bond of the scattered family
Enlarger of the common life
Carrier of news and knowledge
Instrument of trade and industry
Promoter of mutual acquaintance
of peace and goodwill
among men and nations."
Inscription on entrance to
The Smithsonian's National Postal Museum
2 Massachusetts Avenue, N.E.
Washington, D. C. 20013-7012
Kowalczyk showed up for work today wearing a hat. It was a wonderful hat, an Irish walking hat of the kind that is usually made of a herringbone fabric with a feather stuck in the hatband on the side.
Kowalczyk never wears a hat. Even in winter, his black hair is left slicked back close to his head as the only covering it requires.
Forklift operator Jim O'Neill stood close to me and spoke in a near-whisper while Kowalczyk pushed another load of mail onto his truck. "He can't be serious!" he hissed. "Does he really think that hat looks good on him?"
I just chuckled and shook my head, too busy getting my own truck loaded to stand and talk. But I think Kowalczyk knows exactly how the hat looks to the others on the loading dock.











