Michael Horenkamp
IT WAS SUMMER 1965. I HAD JUST completed my freshman year at Missouri University in Columbia and needed a job so I could return to school in the fall.
A neighbor who was a foreman at the St. Louis Chevrolet manufacturing plant helped me get a coveted summer job on the assembly line.
I was assigned to the shot-blast booth in the Corvette division. It was the hardest physical work I would ever do and the toughest test of will I would ever endure outside of Army basic training.
The Fisher Body facility next to the
