(Reblog of a February piece I wrote here – It was a turning point experience in my life)
It was during the 1960s in New Jersey. I was attending university during the day and had just given up my job as a night shift computer operator. I was also working weekends in a supermarket, and a friend there put me on to a better paying night job, loading tractor trailers at a distribution warehouse for the same supermarket chain.
As a store clerk, I was required to be a member of the Retail Clerks’ Union, a group that was infamously impotent and whose New Jersey local was openly corrupt. I had no use for unions to begin with, but they came with this particular territory, and the dues were only a few dollars a month. However, to become a warehouseman, I would also have to join the Teamsters’ Union. The way it worked back then (I don’t know how it is today) was that once you were…
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