Faux Holiday: Memoir of a Slighted Laborer

 

Happy Labor Day?

 

I know I’m late.

Exactly two weeks have passed since our nation celebrated the day that marks the end of summer, serves as a great excuse for barbecue, and. . .oh yeah, toasts the American worker.

Cults of Consumption: Sox and Jordans

Before I left Boston, I had one final task: to experience a Red Sox game.  Now, I must admit, I’m not a fan of baseball.  Nor am I a fan of the Red Sox.  I just felt that it would be a crying shame for me to return to my home in Dallas without experiencing the activity of which so many Bostonians proudly partake.