[upbeat brass music]
- Ken Kobus: The mill was always in my life, even as a baby.
I always heard and smelled the mill,
and it was just ever-present.
My father, he worked there for most of his life.
His nickname was "Crow," they called him Crow.
He was what they call a first helper.
That was a man in charge of one furnace in the plant.
And the first time I went into the shop,
I just remember it like yesterday:
There were all these things moving back and forth,
and I was afraid I was gonna get run over,
and my dad just walked straight through
like nothing was going on.
You know, it's just amazing.
And to face a furnace is just, it's hard to describe
because you watch cold steel being put into there,
and watch it become more and more red and red and red,
and then it disappears and falls apart,
and it's just unimaginable.
I know that it stuck with my father for all his life.
I mean, when he was dying, he had cancer,
we had him in hospice.
And he was a lot of pain, so they were giving him
lots of morphine.
And I was watching him in the bed once,
and the doctor came in, and my dad was laying on his back.
And he like, had his hands up in the air,
and he was turning and manipulating.
And the doctor saw that I was looking at my dad, and he says,
"We're wondering what the heck he's doing."
Because, you know, he did it all the time,
he would be laying on his back he would be doing this stuff.
And they had no clue as to what he was doing.
And I said, "Oh," I says, "I can tell you.
He's making steel."
He was opening furnace doors, and he was adjusting the gas
on the furnace and the draft.
I could see, I could see what he was doing.
And the doctor was amazed, you know?
Till the day he died, that's what he lived,
he lived steel making.
["Surly Bonds" by Blue Dot Sessions]