Nothing Gold Stays
Nothing Gold Stays Ray lost his job on a Tuesday. The mill closed at 7:00 AM, and by 7:15 he was standing in the parking lot with a cardboard box containing a coffee mug that said BEST WORKER 1998 and a photo of his daughter at age seven, smiling at something off-camera that Ray would never know. His truck started. It always started. That was something. He drove home through Youngstown, which...
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