Twenty-nine years and four and one-half months—that’s how long my father has worked for the United States Steel company. My grandfather gave them thirty-five years.
I will never forget that after he died they tried to deny my nana the benefits that were rightfully hers under his pension plan. “There was an interruption in service,” they said, that rendered his service less extensive. They called it an interruption. We called it World War II. We won, after a while. Perhaps they grew tired of denying benefits to old ladies whose husbands had been at Normandy in ‘44.
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