I've been thinking again lately about our relationship with work, and particularly how blue-collar work is perceived in our society (see Editor's Letter, January/February 2008; free at deckmagazine.com). It makes me angry that people who work with their hands aren't afforded the same status as office types. (Yeah, I work in an office now, but trust me - my blue-collar pedigree is as strong as they come.) Several events triggered this thinking. I've been building a garage (a two-car woodshop, really) at my house. My friend Kevin has been helping me out. While we work, we often talk about writers