Often when I think of Labor Day, I think of the various labor I have struggled with during my 75 years on this orb called earth.

I started working early. I learned that there was nothing in high school for me but if I could keep my grades up, I could get out at 3 p.m. and go to work at the downtown Havre store that bore my grandfather’s name. That was good enough for me to keep my grades up because I loved working in that great store which sold high grade merchandise for men and high grade shoes for everyone and had a dry cleaning department and a shoe repair department as well. I worke...