Suburban bliss

Stepping outside just now to check the beef ribs on the barbeque, yard work behind me and neighborhood kids running through the sprinkler, I heard an ice cream truck playing "Look for the Union Label." Seriously. I grew up in the '70's, I know the tune, there was no mistaking it, even if it was played in that annoying calliope-type sound.

A song by Paula Green, music by Malcolm Dodds ©1975, UNITE
Union of Needltrades, Industrial and Textile Employees
(formerly International Ladies' Garment Workers'Union and other unions)

Look for the union label
when you are buying that coat, dress or blouse.

Remember somewhere our union's sewing,
our wages going to feed the kids, and run the house.

We work hard, but who's complaining?
Thanks to the I.L.G. we're paying our way!

So always look for the union label,
it says we're able to make it in the U.S.A.!

All is right with the world at this moment. Even the ice cream people are on our side. Surrender, cons and neo-cons, your political world is doomed.