I'm a huge environmentalist now, but my dad was in steel in the 60s, and when you were on the south side looking over the river at the Mills that were going 24/7 back then, it was very impressive as a kid. All the flames shooting up in the air, crazy lights and reflections on the Monongahela, it was a really visceral experience for a little rug demon. I don't remember a lot now, but that is etched into my memory.