The worth of work - BY ROBERT W. SMITH, Ocala.com, FL
I was just a tot during the Great Depression, but I can recall vivid memories of my dad arriving home from work, too physically spent to eat dinner. If you asked, he'd always say that he was lucky to be one of Ford's $5-a-day wage slaves. Unfortunately, that privilege took a terrible toll on the body and soul of thousands of decent working men like my dad.
At his factory, there were snitches and spotters who were encouraged to report an assembly-line worker's every move, forcing men to urinate in their pants rather than leave the line and risk being fired for using the toilet.