The existential threat to my sense of belonging to something grand and good. ‘My granddad worked for IBM’ is what I’ve imagined my grandkids telling their friends. It has the cachet for me of ‘My granddad worked for NASA’ or (unfortunately, due to the slowness of human evolution) ‘he was in the army’. Now, what’s …

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