Someone once told me that when he was a youngster, in a flat cornbelt state that will go unnamed, he and his brother and their friends would find whatever garbage they could around the house or in the yard, round it up, put it in a big pile, and set it on fire. This would keep them entertained for a while as they got drunk.
How will you celebrate Labor this weekend, Nashville? Are you going to see The Rentals tonight? Or the Pixies/GBV cover bands at The Basement (certain Lambchop personnel will be involved)? Are you gonna spark up some briquettes, or what?