Labor Day, the first Monday in September, is a creation of the labor movement and is dedicated to the social and economic achievements of American workers. It constitutes a yearly national tribute to the contributions workers have made to the strength, prosperity, and well-being of our country.
For me, Labor Day marks the end of summer. It still remains hot but days do get cooler here and before you know it, there is a nip in the air.
Usually by this time of the year as much as I love summer, I get really excited for fall. There is something about going back to a different pace. To pound the concrete, check out the new stores and work on the fall wardrobe, eat at the new restaurants, return to old restaurants, see the new gallery installations, see the museum shows, see new indy flicks at the theater, and overall just breathe it all in.
That is not happening this year. There will be very few new spots. I have talked to many who have been to the city this summer. I haven’t since a fly-by in June. I imagine there is an underlying tension that won’t go away. There is a strange feeling of seeing all those empty storefronts. That freaks people out the most. The question of course is how do we get those storefronts and restaurants back. That is one of the number one questions local and State governments should be asking themselves to rebuild. Not just sitting idle.
Regardless, I am still very excited to go back. I will more than likely go in and out of the city more than I have in the past but probably not after it gets cold. I want to support the city I love.
Reality is, I can’t believe summer is over and we are still living in a pandemic and that 2020 has another quarter to go.