Eventually a place in the machine shop opened up and I was introduced to the work of refining the stuff that the foundry produced. I met the man who was in charge of the work. He was 80 years old! Still functioning, he told me that if he ever quit he would die. (And this was true. When the owner died and the place went up for sale he lost his job and promptly expired) He only worked half a day and would come in late and work the lathe until he got tired and went home. Good man! Taught me a lot of stuff. I mainly worked the drill press.

I drew this in 1962!