PEABODY - In the Leather City, the work never stopped. And the factory exhaust vents filled with dirt and chemicals and tiny bits of leather that dried in the heat. Periodically, a young man, hoping to make extra money for college, had to climb into the vents and scrape the grime away, bloodying himself on protruding bolts, roasting on summer days. This article can be read in full with a Plus Edition account.

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