Thirty years I worked at that plant. Which one, you ask? Don’t worry about it. It’s not important. What’s important is that for thirty years, I did an outstanding job of assembling quality American automobiles. I had a good crew, and we had a good rapport–we worked well together. Anyway, one day we got new plant supervisors–cocky young know-it-alls who’d been sent by corporate to … Continue reading D.U.S.T. to DUST