Send Us an Email Do you have questions, comments or opinions? Send us an email.                 I know a lot of people have opinions about their jobs because I hear them all the time. I hear a lot of good constructive criticism and I hear a lot of good suggestions. Most of these never see the light of day because many people are afraid to speak up or they feel their opinions don't count for anything.                 Nothing could be further from the truth. Consider this; an inmate once felt that he was unfairly imprisoned and appealed to the Supreme Court of the United States even though he had no legal training. He wrote his complaint in long hand on notebook paper. But the court listened and today his ruling is known to all as our Miranda Rights.                 Everyone's opinion is important. The more people stand up and speak out, the stronger the collective voice becomes.

Send us an email: george@denverbrown.com or bob@denverbrown.com A Little Something About Me         Hi, my name is George Kieffer. I was born a long time ago in Bryan, Ohio. Bryan is famous for the Etch-a-Sketch. It is also home to the Spangler Candy Co., maker of the dumdum sucker and is regarded as the dumdum capital of the world. I grew up in Farmer, Ohio, a little town of only 75 people (74 now that I’m out here) which is nine miles south of Bryan and half way to Hicksville. I went to a country highschool and had less than a hundred kids in my graduating class. I attended Bowling Green State University, but left after my junior year, figuring I don’t need no edukation and came to Colorado. I got a job in a flower shop, worked my way up to manager and in 1978, I came to work for UPS as a driver. I guess it’s turning out to be a steady job, I’m now in my 28th year.         I'm a lucky man. I married my best friend, Barb. We live in Lakewood on ¾ of an acre where we raise chickens for fun and eggs. We have an Airedale Terrier named 'Rita' and 3 cats. I have a daughter who lives in L.A.. I have a ’55 Ford that I cruise around in. Barb and I are collectors of little things, like postcards, pinback buttons and ceramic dogs. I’ve tried to corner the market on real photo postcards showing gas stations from the ‘40s, but mostly I've just managed to drain the budget. I always tell myself my collection will be worth a million dollars someday, but that will probably be about 500 years after I die.         I’m publishing this website because I feel a need to speak up. I believe that the disparity of power between the common man and the corporation is growing larger everyday. The laborer is no longer respected as a key element in society. The middle class is struggling to hold on as the captains of industry ship our father’s good paying jobs overseas to be performed at low wages with no benefits. Part time jobs and contract labor are becoming the norm as blue collar careers disappear. The working man today is no longer seen as an added value to a business, but as an expensive burden. We are thought of as the problem, not the solution.         The labor movement is a sleeping giant. Like a thoroughbred horse, American labor is far bigger and more powerful than its corporate masters. We accept with passive silence the constraints put upon us. We run when they say run and we accept ever diminishing rations as our reward. In the end, we are discarded. Our power to change the system lies in our unity. The horse could rule the master if it only realized its strength and applied it. I know my little website isn’t going to change the world. But if one more person stands up and says ‘I’ve had enough’, I will consider it a success. Because one person can affect two and two can affect four and pretty soon the horse is on its feet. And when the labor movement begins to act in unison like the powerful animal that it is, there will be a new race. And it will be a great day. This is me on the right practicing my Greet-the-Customer look. Me on the right again, digging for my keys. When I first realized I wanted to be a delivery man. Working for United Pickle Service. Me, my wife Barb, and our little buddy Logan. Entering the Magic Kingdom. Barb, Logan and their new friends. Logan loves Disneyworld. Time to go home. Feeling the magic. Return to top

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