Pointlessness, a decade later.(remembering the strike at the Detroit Free Press)

Byline: Susan Ager

DETROIT _ When the temperature hit 90 in Paris last week, I put on a flimsy old linen tank top that I realized I'd also worn exactly 10 years earlier on a Detroit picket line.

That day, some of my newsroom colleagues and I were shuffling around the building. That day, too, it was too hot to march.

My head was full of questions. I'd never been on strike before, and that it happened took me by surprise. For a few days, until I learned the language, I couldn't have told you what it was about.

I kept notes, because it was so dramatic and difficult, because on the picket line I'd hear insane accounts of thrown bricks and …