Ain’t Nothin’ Wrong Being a Factory Rat.

Diane Payne,
Monticello, AR.

I grew up in Holland, Michigan, a town where most everyone considered themselves quite lucky to have a job in a factory. Just about all my relatives worked in a factory. I remember the first time I visited General Motors for a family day, and I was continuously on the lookout for rats, but never saw a one. One summer our family went to the Walter and May Reuther Family Education Center First for a two week vacation. This was the time I was surrounded by nothing but “factory rats,” and the first time I got to sleep in a bed alone and eat as much food as I desired. Not a bad life being a factory rat.


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