Alverda Orlando, a Davenport resident from 1945 to 1975, tells a story about one Mexican man, known as Pancho, who walked up the stairs of the cement plant one day looking for work. At the same moment the best shift worker, an Italian American was walking down having just quit. The sup...
Hearing the clicks, so it seemed to me, my father stopped at the foot of the stairs and reminded me sternly to turn off all the lights before I came up. 'I already was,' I said irritably. But he was coughing loudly on his way up the stairs. He had constructed rather than ...