A Fair Trade

“God sells us all things at the price of labor.”

–     Leonardo da Vinci

So it seems, we gotta work for it.

Doesn’t really matter what “it” is, if it’s worth having, it’s gonna take some effort.

(Two sentences in, and I’ve used “gotta” and “gonna.”  Somewhere, Mary Pettit and Dian Marker — my journalism and composition teachers back at FHS, are despondent…)

Look, no one wants it to be easier than I want it to be.  No one longs for a day when every shot is a layup, every test is open book and every puzzle has the picture on the front and back of the box more than I do.

But, if all things are available to us at a fair price — at the price of labor — it seems a small price to pay.

In fact, the jumper with two guys all over you, the test that you ace because you flat studied your butt off and the puzzle you put together without once looking at the picture all feel better.

And, it would seem, they are.

Labor Day — a time to rest and reflect on our labors, and on the difference our labor makes.