I'm trying to stay up 'til midnight on this Labor Day Eve, when the ball falls on this holiest of holidays, Labor Day, when we celebrate the money changers.
I always loved watching Dick Clark do the countdown.
(Rooster crows in the background)
I'm a little tired from being up so late, but up and at 'em to head to the cemetery to watch them put all the beautiful fresh flowers on the tombstones. You know, damn near everybody in here worked themselves to death, and were proud of it.
I hear some of them were so good and worked so much their boss owned a jet AND a few public officials.
It's not political.
Jets are expensive.
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