…My husband and companion of seventeen years was $4.50-an-hour warehouse worker when I fell in with him, escaping eventually and with huge relief to become an organizer for Teamsters. My father had been a copper miner; uncles and grandfathers worked in the mines or for the Union Pacific. So to me, sitting at a desk all day was not only a privilege but a duty: something I owed to all to all those people in my life, living and dead