Rest in Peace Hostess


When I was attended Windsor Union Elementary School in rural Northern California—that would be back in the 50s children—we carried our own lunches to school. I brought 5 cents a day--”milk money”--to buy a carton of cold milk to have with my lunch.

We weren't wealthy, but sometimes my Mom would put in a Twinkie or a chocolate cream filled frosted cupcake, or some other treat. Always made by Hostess. It was a special treat.

My kids got the same treatment.

But my grand-kids won’t.

Hostess is liquidating due to a protracted strike by the Bakery, Confectionery, Tobacco Workers and Grain Millers Union .

Hostess is gone, as are the jobs of their 18,000-some employees, and one more piece of the American landscape.

Union strikers are probably proud of themselves.

The standing joke about Twinkies was that they would be one of the few food items that could withstand a nuclear blast.

But they couldn't withstand the union.

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