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Unformatted text preview: oppings on pizzas, putting the pizzas in the oven, getting drinks, taking orders over the
phone. Julio, a nineteen-year-old kid with two kids of his own, slides a pizza off the old Blodgett oven’s conveyer belt. He makes $6.50 an
hour. He enjoys making pizza. The ovens have been automated at Little Caesars and at the other pizza chains, but the pizzas are still
handmade. They’re not just pulled out of a freezer. Scott, another driver, waits for his next delivery. He wears a yellow Little Caesars shirt
that says, “Think Big!” He’s working here to pay off student loans and the $4,000 debt on his 1988 Jeep. He goes to the University of
Southern Colorado and wants to attend law school, then join the FBI. Dave Feamster, the owner of the restaurant, is completely at ease
behind the counter, hanging out with his Latino employees and customers — but at the same time seems completely out of place.
Feamster was born and raised in a working-class neighborhood of Detroit. He grew up pla...
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- Spring '08