The last time I was in the Midwest, my brother arranged for us to meet members of our father's family - mainly the children of his Sister Zera, who was with us, no longer.
The most active member of this group, was her youngest daughter, my cousin Betty, who is pushing 90, herself. We met at her house, for lunch. Her father, a successful businessman, had bought a farm on the outskirts of town. She now lives there, with her family. Having abandoned the part of town her parents lived in, all their lives.
The only business remaining in town, is the Can Factory. That according to Betty, is a terrible place to work. In fact, she lost one of her sons there, in some kind of industrial accident. Another son, still works there - because it is the only place in town that still has jobs, and he has a family of his own to feed.
And by some strange coincidence, I am eating a can of Hormel Chili, for breakfast. After looking at it carefully, I can see it makes a little sheet metal go a long ways. It is a highly engineered product, that is much in demand.
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