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Looking west towards the northern end of the Chesapeake Bay Bridge Tunnel. The near bridge to the right of the picture crosses the Intracoastal Waterway; the far bridge to the left of the picture, known as the “High-Level Bridge,” crosses the North Channel of the Chesapeake Bay.
The U. S. Chamber of Commerce is beating the drum against unions again.
The last time I looked, no union was asking for multi-million dollar bonuses and country club memberships and crying that their rights were being violated if they didn’t get them. (Living wages and health care maybe, but not multi-million dollar bonuses.)
A snippet from the Bloomberg story (emphasis added):
“The whole culture that currently allows us to be a low-cost producer while paying top wages would probably be destroyed” by the legislation, Craig Milum, president of Milum Textile Services, a Phoenix-based linen supplier, said in an interview.
The internal contradiction: If they are treating their employees so damn good, what are they afraid of?
Full disclosure: I worked in a heavily unionized industry for many years. Unionized workers are no different from any others, except maybe for the living wage thingee and the health care.
Aside: You knew you were in with Mr. Timmons when he let you drive his Karman-Ghia instead of the school district’s 1956 Chevrolet with three on the tree–which was old even then–to rack up driving time for the course.
I stumbled on some of the coverage of yesterday’s attempt to blow up a Northwest Airlines plane (you could tell it was “Northwest” because of the word, “Delta,” on the tail) on CNN (“Coddling Nevous Nellies”). I was channel hopping. None of the major networks was doing wall-to-walleye coverage, but CNN was covering its heart and popping nitroglycerin pills like mad.
I listened to a snippet.
The anchor was interviewing by phone one of the passengers from the plane. I don’t have the conversation verbatim, but it went something like this:
Anchor: Were you scared when it was happening?
Passenger: Not really.
Anchor: How about now, now that you’ve had a chance to think about it?
Passenger: No, not really.
I cut the television off.
The anchor’s disappointment at not being able to foment fear was thick as asphalt on a hot summer day and twice as icky.
I remember a time when Americans weren’t expected to be afraid, be very afraid, all the time.