It was a boisterous day at the assembly line, it was Leslie Horvath birthday and was congratulated by me on behalf of fellow workers. Our Hungarian co-worker was quite a character. He arrived every morning on the factory floor balancing a huge round tin on his outstretched hand, if to say, look folks you eat your common sandwiches, I'll stick to my cakes. In his broken English he managed to tell us of his illustrious past, being a captain of a ship, dressed in an impressive uniform. He truly thought his current job in overalls, was below his standing. Our light-hearted observation and questioning of his sea faring abilities in a land-locked land of the Magyars, were treated disdainful with a haughty wave of his hands.