Coal Miner


“How could Daddy have worked in a place like this?” I muttered.
Joe was quick to defend, “You know, strange as it seems, a miner gets used to working underground.  I loved it, and I bet your dad did too.  Farther down it’s like a city all its own where the temperature never changes.  I guess it’s all what you are used to.  Sure, mining’s dangerous.  Every damn move you make is dangerous.  But you just go to work each day hoping to hell today isn’t the day for you to get yours.”
---Wood, Marilyn Nesbit, The Day the Whistle Blew, High Plains Press, 403 Cassa Road, Glendo, Wy, 2014, page 14.

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