Chatting with an associate about
riding lawnmowers a day or two ago.
It's that time of year around
here in Ohio.
He believed that a riding
lawnmower symbolized the apogee of human development
"What else shows how far we
have come than having the capacity to take a seat, ride around for a few hours,
hear some out tunes, possibly appreciate an icy drink, and toward the end look
around and say I did this? I cut a few sections of land of yard."
He has a point. Our capacity to
specialist, join bits of metal and inventiveness have improved our lives in
such a variety of ways.
Amid my time in the plants I kept
track of who's winning likewise with computing what number of autos could be
produced using the dozen or thereabouts 180 ton warms of steel that we created that day… or what number of a great many disposable
lawnmowers or piano sticks could be produced using the last ingots of Open
Hearth Steel we had in stock before the plant shut?
On the other hand the 14
solidified railroad canister autos that I for one emptied one especially
frightful 4 to 12 shift in 1974.
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