Bryan Stinespring had just come home from college and was eager to visit friends and chill out.
But when he walked in the door, his dad hopped up and said, “Let’s go for a ride.” Bryan briefly protested, but Bob Stinespring, an Army veteran and a career postman, was a no-nonsense guy.
They made the 11-mile drive from Clifton Forge, Va., to the paper mill in Covington, Va., where his father pulled into the parking lot.
It was 3 p.m., and shifts were changing. Hundreds of men and women, some caked in dirt, were leaving the plant, most carrying lunch pails.