Way back, my grandfather worked for an oil company as a driver. He was a young man. Some union came in and made a bid to 'organize' the employees. They'd have goons outside the yard every morning. My grandfather was leaving the yard in his truck and a brick was thrown through the window and hit him in the shoulder. He never went back. He took his family to New England and started training race horses. He did very well and so did two of his sons, his grand-nephew, my brother and two of his sons. In my job, I work with thoroughbreds and I live on what was Dad's horse farm.<quoted text>
I know. My dad was almost killed trying to cross a picket line. All he wanted to do was work and support his family. I have DESPISED unions ever since. If YOU want to join one, that's your right, but you shouldn't be able to FORCE someone that doesn't want to to join.
I will never forget that story of the brick. What if it had hit him in he head?