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A Manufacturing Family
I grew up in Michigan, about an hour outside of Detroit in a bedroom
community. During the 1970s, everyone was working. e automobile
industry was hopping, and a lot of people either worked in the car factories
(as we called them), or in one of the hundreds, if not thousands, of little
automotive component factories supplying the Big ree. My hometown
had its share of the little factories on a road leaving the town. I had friends
who would say, “My mom makes the little knobs for the handle you roll up
car windows with.” I had an aunt who made the louvers that went in the
rear windows of either Firebirds or Camaros. I ...