| By MICHAEL WILSON/New York Times
June 6, 2008
They worked hard for decades, scaling miles of scaffolding or sitting long hours behind the levers of a high crane. It was hard and dangerous work, but when their sons were old enough to follow in their footsteps, the fathers watched with pride. When the fathers retired, the sons were their link to the job, their dinner conversations threaded with stories of projects in the works and newer, bigger machines.
Then their sons died, killed in accidents on the job. Killed by the job that had not killed them.
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