Many times while sitting on a deer stand or driving down a country road I've thought about writing a column praising the laboring class, a descriptor I use admirably. Sometimes I think about this also when I'm on a lake, fishing, or while at a gas station filling up my truck and seeing the guy or the woman at the pump across from me watching the dollars fly into the tanks of their cars and pickups.
This fascination with workaday people began I think when I was a kid, watching my dad trying to fit in the things he liked to do with the things he had to do. My dad died young after being sick a long time, a sentence you never want to write. But before he did, like most everybody, he made do, and sometimes better than that.
This came to mind the other day while reading the 139 comments on a short story this newspaper published about Gov. Tim Walz's proposal to raise the prices of fishing licenses and boat registration fees.
Some of the comments were stabs at humor, while others bore the deep cynicism that has become a hallmark of modern America. "So, the state is running a $17 billion surplus and the DNR wants to raise fees, that makes sense,'' one fellow chirped, echoing the thoughts of many others.
In the political parlance of the day, the fee-raising idea has particularly bad "optics'' because it's being floated at a time when the state is flush with cash, as the commenter notes.
Yet, and still, the price of a fishing license hasn't been increased since 2017, and boat registration fees haven't been raised since 2006. Obviously, then, because the Department of Natural Resources is largely funded by these and other license and permit sales, and because the cost of everything is continually rising, more income is needed to keep the "outdoors'' open for business.
That said, the frustration that is evident in many of the comments about increasing fishing and boat registration fees is representative of the exasperation, and burdens, the state's workers, both blue-collar and white-, bear every day, financial and otherwise.
Some of these Minnesotans swing hammers, others teach school and still others, yes, work for the DNR or toil delivering this newspaper. In aggregate, their struggle for the legal tender, as Jackson Browne put it, builds our communities and in the end keeps everyone on the hot rock we all inhabit moving in a productive direction, more or less.