It sure as hell wasn't "Union Organizer."
Well, that presents a rather interesting story as well.
Being the son-in-law of a company man, my Father was a company man too,
and was central to union negotiations in 1952. Shortly after the deal
was signed and delivered, the company ordered my Father to subvert the
contract he had just delivered in some way or another that has never
been made perfectly clear to me; he refused and the result was my
Father was summarily fired from the company.
The next day, the local union walked out, and three days later the
entire nation, all seventeen plants were on the street in wildcat
strike. The company held out for three weeks before relenting and
giving my Father his job back.
But from that day forward, he was no longer a company man. His clock
number was 396, and he spent thirty years building tires on the line.
It is not a pleasant job, and since the demise of the union, it is even
Every year, when I was a kid, a delegation from the national union
would show up at our door, asking if he would stand for national
election, but he always refused. And, if your father had as much
character as mine...