I had posted this awhile back, when there was another topic on union's. But, this seems like a good place to bring it up again. When I was growing up, my parents had a mom/pop beer and wine convience store in East Toledo. The local beer driver's, that delivered to our store and bars, were in the glass workers union. The over the road semi drivers, that brought the beer in from the brewries, were teamsters.
When the local guys went on strike, my dad, even though never belonging to a union, use to drive his pick up to distributers that were 30-50 miles away, just so he wouldn't cross their picket line's. This happened several times over 30 years. Then we found out one time, late '70's, that the union brother's, the teamsters, were crossing the picket lines of the glass workers. So much for ''union brotherhood''. So my dad said the hell with this being a nice guy B.S. He went and picked up beer at the local distributer. About 1 month into the strike, our carryout was fire bombed. Nothing real bad, had to replace an old wooden roll up door.
When the strike was over, nobody would tell us who did it. And of course the police never found out. Well, after that, things changed for the drivers at our store. My mother for years, use to cook roaster pans of pig in the blankets for the drivers, or if it was summer time, we'd have fresh walleye or perch for them to pick on when they stopped.
Never again. Bring your beer in, put it in the back room or cooler, here's your money. See ya later.
In this day and age, if a union worker has any brains, he ought to look at the upper union managment. It's worse than the company officials. I would seriously have a talk with my ''union officials'' that take junkets to Las Vegas, Atlantic City, or where ever, for union business. Wonder how many Monica Lowenski's your union dues are paying for. gypsyman
