While the Iron's Hot

Strikes puzzle me. The fact is, there's never been a labor dispute that hasn't been settled eventually, which means that an agreement is always out there somewhere, waiting to be discovered after both sides posture and strut and flex their muscles, or what they hope will be perceived as muscle. What I don't get is why they can't all cut to the chase. Mayor Richard Daley of Chicago, the first one, had the right idea. When the garbage collectors struck the city and stinky trash was piling up everywhere he locked the negotiators from both sides, along with himself, in a room, and said nobody leaves here until this thing is settled. It got settled as fast as you could say discarded pizza crusts.