Vol. 8    No. 18
SEPTEMBER 5, 2013

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Reflections/Jonathan Gramling
                         Ode to Working Folks
Way back in the day, it used to be that working folks were plentiful on TV. There were the Archie Bunkers
and Florida and James Evans, people who worked hard for a living and were just trying to make sense of
it all after a hard days work. It seems like these good old working folks have just kind of disappeared from
the big and little screen. Maybe too many people look upon them as fools these days when everyone else
aspires for the good life without too much work involved.

These days, the small screen seems to be filled with people who are rich and have the good life and
massive, almost gold-leafed mansions or the people who aspire to be rich and famous. It seems that the
people to be admired today are those who seem to effortlessly dip their finger in the stream of the nation’s
money supply and divert some of that money to themselves. Or people keep competing to be the next
singer or the next NBA star or the next dancer. Or it just seems that people are admired and become
famous because people feel that they should be admired and be famous.

It all seems to be rather mindless and an opiate in a way. Keep dreaming to be a rather mindless and
shallow human being and you shall be admired. But be someone who works hard everyday and perhaps
you are thought of as a fool who didn’t learn how to scam the system or get the easy life the easy way.
But for whatever reason, that hard working man and woman seem to have disappeared from the national
limelight, which I think is terrible indeed.

I feel that I am one of those hardworking folks who help make the day-to-day world go round. Every other
week, I go out and deliver my newspapers to racks and stands all over the Madison area and I see those
invisible working folks who give us such a wonderful quality of life, people whose efforts make all of our
lives meaningful or easier and it almost seems that their efforts are taken for granted by society, almost
like we can snap our fingers and all of these wonderful things appear in our lives.

So in honor of Labor Day, I dedicate this column to those invisible hard working folks.

I salute those folks who bring electricity into my home, who allow me to even write this column on a
computer and can see by lamp at this late hour. Without that electricity, I would be lost. I know some of
them have to work in the most horrendous weather and all hours of the night when the electricity goes out.
And what about the people who build and maintain our roads? I see them sweating and working away as I
fly by in my car. I can go anywhere in the Madison metropolitan area within 20-30 minutes because of those
roads. Those roads and those people give me freedom and mobility. But it is that hard sweaty worker who
made that all possible.

And what about the water and sewer folks? I have clean, drinkable water by just pushing a button or
turning a lever. And the waste of my life goes miraculously away. I hate to think where I would be without
these conveniences brought to me by some hard working folks. Ever been to a rural area in a Third World
country? Would I work for hours to just get my day’s supply of water? And where does that funny smell
come from? Guess. These conveniences come to me because of some hard working folks.

And what about the folks who build our houses? They are in the hot sun all day climbing up on ladders to
pound mails or pouring concrete for the foundation of a house. That’s a whole lot of physical, back-breaking
labor that allows me to live in relative comfort, away from the cold and the blistering heat and the things
the creep and crawl in the night. Where would I be without the work that they do?
And what about those teachers? Wow have they been maligned lately. They work 12-15 hour days during
the week and do some work on the weekends throughout the school year to teach the people who will one
day take care of me in my old age or who provide all of the services that I depend upon other people for.
Teachers do a lot of work and get less respect as each day passes, it seems. Without them, our civilization
would surely crumble. We place our future in their hands when they teach our children and yet we recently
put a higher financial burden on their backs and want them to work even longer hours while raising
families of their own. We are lucky that there are still caring people around who go into this noble
profession.

And what about the postal workers? I can sometimes marvel that I can put a piece of paper into an
envelope, place it is the big blue box and the next day, it arrives at the house of the person I wanted to
communicate to. Those workers are out there delivering our mail no matter what the weather and I’ve seen
them out there in some awfully frigid temperatures.. Where would my business be without them? Can you
just imagine taking your letter across town and it costing you only 46 cents to do it? These hard working
folks save me a lot of time and make my life so much easier. But I have to admit that I take them for
granted sometimes.

And what about the parks people? I enjoy going to a park and seeing the shimmering blue water on a lake
and sitting by the shore and watching the people go by. Would it be the same experience if people weren’t
out there mowing the lawn, throwing out the trash, picking up litter and keeping the bushes and trees
trimmed. What would that picnic feel like without all of those people maintaining the green spaces? Wouldn’
t be kind of yucky? Would I maybe stay home? Would I even go out to our state parks if the campsites and
everything else was overgrown or beat down to the ground by uncaring, thoughtless people? What would
my life be like if I couldn’t get out to the managed outdoors sometimes? Our state and local parks don’t
miraculously maintain themselves. It’s a lot of folks working hard that allow me to enjoy these green
spaces.

And what about those hard-working folks whom I never see? When I go into the grocery store and see all
of those beautiful and tasty fruits and vegetables, how did they get there? Did they jump out of the ground
and into a cart to be taken to the grocery store? Or was it those hard working farm workers who stooped
all day and messed up their backs and maybe absorbed some pesticides through their skin that allowed
me to eat so well and at such a relatively cheap price. Where would I be without all of those hard working
folks?

I am pretty darn lucky to have these hard working people in my life for they make the high quality of life that
I enjoy possible. They are not fools. They are a God send and people who really make the world turn each
and every day. They are people who should be admired because our civilization could not exist without
them. It’s these hard working people I admire. And I salute them for making my life what it is today. Thank
you!
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