Yes, where we all celebrate by not working.
Since it's a "holi-day" let us bow our heads and worship the great god of labor...Jimmy Hoffa.
To steal a line from Jimmy Durante, “Good night Mr. Hoffa. Where evah you is (Meadowlands? Giants’ Endzone? Dee-triot subbasement? Geraldo’s Capone vault? Tropical Island with Elvis and Lennon?)
Or we could just treat it like a second Mother’s day (those who went through the other Labor), but then Michael Sam may moan and groan about more discrimination heaped on him and his ilk.