Ya your right.
But GOD I loved the smell of coal tar and iron in the morning.
It smelled like hope, and honesty.
It smelled like something that had meaning…
Lets get back to home metal casting…
They should have them run into the ground soon.
If the devil was a retard he could not match Vale for the combination of evil and stupid…
I would like to add:
Sometimes on my walks I go down the railway line and if I see coal I pick it up and carry it home.
( my wife get angry on laundry day of she finds coal in my pockets )
When I make a back yard fire and I am alone and I like to burn this coal.
The heat will burn the hair off your legs HA HA…
But its the smell.
I like the smell, I know its wrong and its one of my guilty pleasures, but the smell of coal reminds me of a time when I was ignorant of the horror show we have created for the earth and my life was very simple.
I just had to fix things and make sure the steel kept moving.
And I loved it!
Fresh clean new steel, perfect and virgin ready to become things that would make the world better and safer.
What a wonderful time it was.
I miss it so much, that great job when you are younger that means something is like young love.
And I loved the smell of foundry and watching cast iron flow into molds.
And I loved the fresh copper anodes as they were drawn up from the cells.
And I loved the perfect pure Nickel powder as it filled the drums.
And the refined fuel oil as it came out the centrifuges.
And I loved the white perfect paper as it filled the rolls the machine in the mill.
These were all progress, I loved them because they gave my toil meaning and they represented value, they provided security, a future!
The grand Illusion is gone.
But I still like to forget about a lot of it and just enjoy the fire frying the hair off my legs and the hint of coal tar and SO2 carried by the wind.
Still smells vaguely like progress hope…