When taking pride in your roots means breathing local coal dust
May I suggest that literally sharing a part of your local history can, in fact, be taken too far? Snipped from The New York Times:
“Coal is part of us,” said William Liptok, director of the county’s public works department.
Not only does nearly every family in town have roots in mining, Mr. Liptok said, but virtually everyone breathes in coal dust, since it wafts into the air in the winter when trucks remove the boilers’ ashes. [emphasis is mine]
How’s that, cough, cough, old saying go? The one about the town that hacks together stays together?