My great-grandfather was a coal miner, who worked in Pennsylvania mines when carts were pulled by mules and mines were lit by candles. Mining was very dangerous work then.
Whatever happened to the good ole days, when children worked in factories?
Pittsburgh has this rich industrial past, when it was the heart of the U.S. steel industry, and it burned out as the industry burned out and moved elsewhere.
I remember a great America where we made everything. There was a time when the only thing you got from Japan was a really bad cheap transistor radio that some aunt gave you for Christmas.
I grew up in Birmingham, where they made useful things and made them well.
One day we will all cherish the memory of having blacksmiths on every corner.
Before the Beatles and yesterday, when a man could still work and still would.
Connecticut has a proud tradition of manufacturing going back to the days of Eli Whitney.
