Some of you may recall the strange affair of the Cancer Factory (aka – MAPEI Corp.). This is a place where I worked for two summers in very menial, grunt-type jobs. It was just a bad place all around. Dirty Mexicans and sexual harrassment, plus working with carcinogenic dust all day (the place produces grouts, mortars, and other cement-based construction materials – that are all carcinogenic). So generally, you just don’t want to be there. Some of the managers would make fun of me if I tried to protect myself by wearing a mask, or if I tried to avoid breathing in the plumes of dust. One manager who mocked my healthy fear of carcinogens, Byron, was a workaholic with a temper. I heard recently that Byron died in the fall. What’d he die of? Throat cancer.
Oh, the irony.