![]() It had taken him fifteen years to save the money for a house, which he purchased in a suburb near Boston, cutting ties with his old Italian neighborhood because a house Work had one single and durable purpose, the service of his family. He did so without complaining, but also without any hype about living out the American Dream. He carried a computer in a smart leather case, dressed in a suit I couldn't afford, and sported a signet ring with a crest.Įnrico had spent twenty years by the time we first met cleaning toilets and mopping floors in a downtown office building. ![]() ![]() Lounge, Rico looked as if he had fulfilled his father's dreams. When I lost touch with his father a decade later, Rico had just finished college. Enrico, his father, then worked as a janitor, and had high hopes for this boy, who was just entering adolescence, a bright kid good at sports. I had interviewed the father of Rico (as I shall call him) a quarter century ago when I wrote a book about blue-collar workers in America, The Hidden Injuries ofĬlass. Recently I met someone in an airport whom I hadn't seen for fifteen years. The Personal Consequences of Work in the New Capitalism ![]()
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