As I stood there, one of the strike leaders saw me, walked across the street and grabbed me by the arm.
“You are going to work today,“ he said. “We need you.”
He escorted me across the street, through the picket line and into the building. I thanked him.
Being a “first” was often difficult. Every once in a while, someone would say, “I really like Ken, you know, He’s just like one of us.”
Somehow they thought that was a compliment!
Ken Wibecan is a retired journalist. Once an op-ed and jazz columnist, later an editor of Modern Maturity magazine, these days he and his two dogs enjoy the country life in Peru. He can be reached at firstname.lastname@example.org.