My Dad worked for Ford here in Cleveland, (Like Father, like son!) and sometime during the early 60s we took a trip to Michigan. We stopped at the Rouge plant and got a short tour. I'll never forget the sheer size of that place. It just went on for what seemed like miles. If I remember right, they even made their own glass! He also said the only thing not made there was tires.
I remember feeling awed and proud at that firebreathing monster. Funny that that feeling lasted just about every time I walked into the Cleveland Casting Plant for my shift.
So sad that Americans have no pride in that sort of thing anymore. Now, it's all about some "virtual" company on the Internet and how many people you can bamboozle.
