I grew up outside the Motor City when the automobile was king. My neighbors nearly all had parents (usually dads) who either worked in the automotive industry or in industries tied to the automotive industry.
Some of my neighbors’ dads were college-educated engineers and managers, like my dad. Others were less-well-educated assembly line workers. Their seniority, and the strength of the United Auto Workers Union, ensured them a middle-class lifestyle, complete with the prospect of sending their kids to college without incurring huge debt.
None of that is true of my old stomping grounds today.