The Monongahela River was unusually turbulent today, a thin sheen of oil floating on its grayish-black surface.
In the distance, massive gantry cranes were hoisting one container after another onto barges.
At three in the afternoon, the sun was hidden by a thick blanket of clouds, casting the sky in a lead-gray hue.
Over a thousand workers had gathered here.
They came from Erie, from Scranton, from Johnstown, from Pittsburgh.
They wore oil-stained work clothes and hard hats of various colors, clutching wrenches, blueprints, or sandwiches they had just picked up from the cafeteria.
They had once belonged to different camps.
Republicans, Democrats, and independents.
But today, they stood united under a single banner.
It was a flag never before seen in Pennsylvania, or even in the annals of American political history.
The flag's background was a steel-gray.
In the center was a stark, black wrench.
