Thursday, October 01, 2020
A week or two after this happened, someone organized a farewell luncheon/beerfest at the local pub for me. There was a good turn-out: all the operators and SuperTechs that weren’t working at the time were present, and I think Tom (the foreman) may have been there as well. I was surprised and elated to see my old boss Terry there, because of his past and present position, I would have understood his absence. Terry and I had our problems too, one of the reasons why I sent a letter to him about 20 years after I worked for him, apologizing for my behavior.
After the farewell lunch I invited everyone over to my home for a "continuance". I was quite shocked when most of them showed up! And with their wives. We had a few drinks, some food, and I passed around a letter I had written to Alex with copies going to top management of Dow. I knew it wouldn’t change anything but I wanted to go on record with the correct facts, not the bull that Alex was feeding them.
About a year later, Alex committed suicide.
My association with Dow didn’t end there. First of all my wife worked there in a secretarial capacity in one of the new plants. Her supervisor told her that whatever happened between me and Styrofoam wouldn’t reflect on her. Of course I took this to be a gawd-damn insult to the highest degree, because I was ready to end my time at Dow with dignity, not humiliation. The things that transpired weren’t my fault. I fed her back information and comments to tell her supervisor. Whether or not she ever did, I’ll probably never know, because if I asked, I know she’d give me the answer I wanted to hear just so she would not have to be caught in the middle. Second of all, and this really tore up my life for awhile: there was a bomb scare at Dow, and I became a suspect.