I know, I know. But it's so close to Labor Day that I'm treating the already too-long weekend as another combo holiday, like Presidents Day. Your lost organ will be remembered, along with Sam Gompers and the Ladies Garment Workers. But don't dispair. I'm told that your holiday is celebrated as a stand-alone day in Tonga, where -- for reasons not fully explained -- the natives regard you as a god and the young ones sing of your exploits.
Is celebrated with ritualistic Gall Bladder Sacrifices?
I'm the spitting image of their underworld diety, Cthulhu. OK, the resemblance isn't that strong but I can spit almost as far.