Overheard
The year was 1931, and America was in the throes of the Great Depression. My grandfather had been laid off for months from one of the large steel plants in Youngstown, Ohio. He was a proud man and a hard worker. Happy to have a job, he would always say, “If the sky is orange at night because of the blast furnaces, there will be food on the table.” Finding himself ...
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