I came up in Pittsburgh, the Rust Belt of hard labor with a deep love of community. As children, we collected railroad spikes from the tracks and we cut our shins on random iron shards in **** hills. Some of us were union middle-class and others breathed the gray air of poverty. That hardly mattered. As we stood atop foothills that overlooked the city skyline, soot embedded under our fingernails, we lived as kings and queens that oversaw the future.
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