It meant the end of summer. School was starting. Somehow you never get over that low-grade dread. (Now a lot of schools begin in August. That’s nuts!)
But the toughest Labor Days I had were the three years I announced minor league baseball. Minor league seasons end around Labor Day. Major League rosters expand and some players are called up to the big leagues.
I was always depressed because even after 144 games with maybe 2 days off in five months I was sorry to see it end. That’s when I knew I was a real baseball lover or needed serious help.
Trying to will myself a positive attitude while looking ahead, at least for twenty years or so we had the Jerry Lewis telethon. This schmaltz-fest was always good for a few laughs. Ooooh, the dripping sincerity. But now that’s gone.
September also once meant the beginning of the new fall TV season. That’s sort of a joke now since no one watches the networks anymore and shows on various platforms premiere every week.
Oh well, at least this year I have more January 6 hearings to look forward to. And the World Series, although now that’s almost a winter event.
But in any event, Labor Day signals changes. More on that tomorrow.
from By Ken Levine
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