“It used to be cars, strictly cars here,” said Bob Benson, a former GM worker in his sixties. “That’s all there was.” He is of course referring to Flint, Michigan, aka Ayn Rand’s “Twentieth Century Motors,” aka the Fourth most violent city in Michigan.

But, as goeth General Motors, so goeth Flint (via Washington Post). There is an old parable about “putting all of your eggs in one basket,” that I’ll avoid repeating. I get tired of repeating it.

Benson, wearing a blue-flannel shirt and thick suspenders and sipping a Budweiser at Patrick’s Pub, said both his parents had worked for GM. His sons do not. “People have to learn how to do something else,” he said.

Exactly.