With this post is an image of my father's 25 years with the same company certificate. 25 years in the same steel mill. It's almost unimaginable. I took my son there this weekend, the old steel mill is an auto salvage place and service vehicle storage now. My father would be happy to know the place is in use again.
I've been working a project for Umcle Sam since February and it's long hours but the pay is good and I'm finally putting my brain to some good use.
I don't know what my father would think of the work I do now. It's necessary and it's honest work, but it isn't as exciting to hear about as soldiering or firefighting.
When I think about the comfortable life my family has, I have an almost religious epiphany thinking of all the hours of labor it takes to make something like clean running water, air conditioning, broadband and things like reliable emergency services happen.
Most of us work and do our part and when we get our share of bread and roses it's pretty nice.
I love that there is a day to take time to thank the millions of calloused hands, sore feet and furrowed brows that go into making the multitude of things that make our modern world nice.
