May I add, as a Baby Boomer growing up in Pittsburgh, all of my male friends had yearly summer jobs in the nearby steel mills. It was a tradition. A way to gather money for cars, college, etc. I felt lucky to be the beneficiary of those hard-earned dollars, being treated and dare-I-say spoiled rotten with dinners, gifts, flowers-and-candy, etc. All the frills of being a silly teenage girl……..while these fellows worked HARD. Nowadays I am in touch with one of them, and he has told me his harrowing stories of close-call accidents, the dangers of the Mill, the extreme conditions, the bone-wearying tedium, the after-work boiler makers and fish sandwiches at dawn, etc. It was a vivid specialized work environment complete with long-held traditions and “goes with the territory” dangers. And then in the 1970s, the steel industry turned off the lights and everything changed. But the memories (and stories) linger.