I am not in a union, public or private, nor have I ever been. However, after fighting for this country in World War II as a Marine at Guadalcanal, Okinawa, and other bloody battlefields, my father joined a union and worked as an instrument repairman at an aluminum smelting plant near New Orleans for 25 years. That job allowed us to live in a small three-bedroom ranch home not too far from the aluminum plant. It allowed us to eat nutritious (but not very fancy) meals, though we couldn’t eat out much, nor could we take real vacations.
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