A Sense of Place

I loved this red truck and the sign this young boy is holding.  Weirton Steel Corp. The life blood of my childhood hometown.  The reason my father moved to West Virginia after being recruited by the mill from Penn State’s engineering school.  The reason why both of my great grandparents immigrated from Italy to Weirton … to live the American dream and make a better life for those who would come after them.  I have a reverence, a sincere reverence for the town.  I am thinking about it alot lately because the parents of my son’s best friend at school, I just find out two days ago, are also from Weirton.  A little older than I, they both graduated from Weir High, my alma mater.   We had the family over tonight for apple pie and coffee.  Instant repore, as I expected.