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Words and Workers

As someone who sells words by the book-full, I admire those who use them well. Newspaper headline writers have long been known for their witty and eye-catching phrases in big bold ink, designed to grab attention through concise wording.

This morning I spotted this one: Did Ding Dongs kill the Twinkie?

The headline is in reference to the announcement by Hostess that it would shut down operations and liquidate the company, in the face of a continuing baker’s union labor strike. If you’ve ever driven through the intersection of 11th and Sheridan in Tulsa, no doubt you’ve caught the aroma of fresh bread baking. If you’ve passed by recently, you will have spotted the striking workers holding out in a contract dispute with management.

I may be the ultimate flip-flopper on labor issues. It is one thing to look back on historical abuses by companies in dealing with their employees, and applaud the collective bargaining agreements obtained by unions. Honestly, though – the days of the American sweatshop filled with child-laborers are gone. There are exceptions, including a couple of local cases, but times have changed regarding the manufacturing world. Where my allegiance would have been to the early-day strikers in the past, these days I find myself wondering about the practical outcome of some labor decisions.

From the outside looking in, it would appear than many of today’s labor disputes are more about feathering nests than resolving dangerous practices in the work environment.

So – when the headline mentions Ding Dongs and Twinkies in the same sentence, one is a reference to the iconic twin cakes and the other slyly infers that a group that turns down an eight percent pay cut in favor of a one-hundred percent cut must not be thinking clearly.

Certainly, the baking giant’s demise (if it comes about) can’t be blamed entirely on one labor strike. The firm had only recently come out of bankruptcy reorganization. Somebody up in a cozy office is making mistakes too. On the other hand, if the operation is shut down because labor and management cannot agree on a contract, everyone loses.

I remembered a similar situation in southern Oklahoma years ago, when a lingering strike against a national manufacturer’s local plant ended with the closure of the facility and the transfer of the operations to a plant in another city. Common sense seemed to have taken a back seat then, much like it appears to have done in the Hostess strike. A Tulsa worker was quoted as shouting “Shut it down then!” when the 4pm deadline was reached on Thursday afternoon.

Apparently, they will.

Who will those workers picket when the ovens grow cold at 11th and Sheridan?

Likely, pride enters into the thinking process at some point. Holding out for the principle of the thing.

It may be that another company will acquire the Tulsa bakery and hire the workers as employees, but there is no assurance their job offers will be any greater than the contract offered by Hostess before liquidation.

Time will provide an answer to this morning’s headline about Ding Dongs and Twinkies, but in the meantime, I’m reminded of the French saying misattributed to Marie Antoinette:

“Qu’ils mangent de la brioche…”

Let them eat cake.

Following up the Tea-Off…

I have Jorge to thank for the accompanying image. He courageously crossed the river of folks that streamed through the store for most of Thursday evening, people out for the Broken Arrow Main Street Tea-Off. I don’t know the history of the naming of the event. Maybe someone was serving tea. I get the tee-off reference, getting things started for the holiday season.

In the past, I’ve been critical of the idea of putting up decorations before Thanksgiving has even arrived, but here I am, looking across at a lighted Christmas tree. In the front window are garlands and lights. Halloween barely gone.

Down the street, in all the years I kept shop at the Oak Crest Center, there was little activity with the Tea-Off. The trolley came rolling around, but no one seemed to get out of it to investigate the stores. I imagine it was partly due to the fact that I was the only shopkeeper still open after seven. The carpet and flooring business stuck it out with me until she shut down her operation. After that year, I just locked the door at my regular closing time.

This year, I was advised to be ready.

Toward that end, I plated up about 100 cookies, decided against the hot chocolate, and waited. It was about ten minutes between the opening of the first package and watching the first cookie being consumed – well before the six o’clock scheduled start time. Needless to say, the cookie stash did not last long.

The lines, however, were extremely long.

Jorge’s photo doesn’t show the true number of guests milling around and making their way down the aisles. It was what comedian Robin Williams would have described as the “human carwash.” In fact, if he had taken the picture earlier, you’d have seen nothing but the back of someone’s shirt. He’s not as tall as the photographer needed to be to catch the setting in pictures.

Looking back on it, I should have anticipated a couple of things. Moving the many chairs out of the way, so people could wind their way through the aisles, for one. Perhaps I should have allowed myself a later start in the morning. Next year I hope to remember what a long day it turned out to be – but I’m not complaining! As it turned out, I sold some books (I didn’t really expect to during the open house event), and just a few moments ago, a guest from last night returned to buy a set of children’s books that she saw as she walked through. (She didn’t want to buy them in front of her daughter since she intends them as a gift.)

Things are a bit different down at this end of Main Street, and with the plans in the works for the pedestrian friendly changes and my own long-range plans involving the bistro, I have a great feeling about the future.

If you haven’t been to the Rose District or McHuston Booksellers in a while, I hope you’ll come round soon!

By the way, that isn’t my round brown head in the picture. I’m strategically placed behind the countertop display that features a head-sized Otis Spunkmeyer chocolate chip cookie…

A (deadly) Game of Thrones

The series has been out for quite some time, but I’m a Johnny-come-lately to A Song of Fire and Ice, the epic fantasy series by George R. R. Martin. I’ve previously made mention here of Mr. Martin’s work, but at the risk of beating too long at the drum, I feel compelled to point out what an excellent series he has created.

I’ve also mentioned before that I avoid fantasy and science fiction most of the time, mainly. Here are examples why, from A Clash of Kings, book two in the series:

Hrakkar: from context, some kind of fur-bearing animal.
Xaro Xhoan Daxos: a merchant prince from
Qarth: home of Xaro Xhoan Daxos.
Shierak qiya: the Dothraki (a nomadic desert people) name for the passing comet.

Those names and words that have apostrophes and dashes are abundant as well. Given that most of the characters in the series are presumed to be illiterate (more than one mention is made of an inability to read) as it would have been in medieval times, the odd spellings are only exotic to the reader. Folks in the kingdom of Westeros would not have bothered with spellings, and as with spellings of that era, they would have been based on their oral rendition. Qarth would have been written as Cart or Carth (depending on Mr. Martin’s intention). Mr. Daxos might have written his given name as Zaro or Zarro. Maybe Exaro if the first letter shuns the Zee sound.

My point is, a glossary and pronunciation guide might help, but then the reading of the series might take on the aspect of work.

Still, even with the regular head-knocking spelling irregularities, like Ser – for Sir – the story is as intricate as a tapestry and just as tightly woven. One of the still-shocking realizations for me is Mr. Martin’s ability to write off his protagonists. Many authors admit to growing attached to their familiar characters and fall into the “happily ever after” trap.

Don’t assume that any character – major or minor – introduced at any stage, is going to make it to the finish line. Mr. Martin has the ability to cleave a player from the story without hesitation or forewarning much in the manner his antagonists use their broadswords.

A particular scene in book three is breathtaking in the swiftness in which the story changes course, when a particularly sympathetic family endures yet another tragedy. The passage is as unexpected to readers as the plot twist is to the book’s characters.

Not having seen the continuing episodes of the HBO series based on the books, I can’t say whether the producers of the television version have been less brutal to the cast of characters.

Where many authors and filmmakers go so far as to engage test audiences to determine the most widely-accepted outcomes and endings, George R. R. Martin possesses the confidence to jump into the dark water and ask us to come swimming with him amongst the beasts of the deep.

Who knows what may happen should we take a leap?

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